Hermosa pov

He came out of the shower with a towel trying to dry himself. A white towel tied firmly at his waist region.

Water dripped from his hair to his hot abs. I was confused whether to believe her or not but the vial staring at me told me she was telling the truth.

"Hey," he stepped forward picking up his jacket from the floor. "Something wrong?" He asked.

"No." I lied as he walked over to the other side of the room to get his shampoo.

I stared at the table of food in front ...