Zique stepped out of the bathroom as naked as the very day he had been born. A towel was in his hand and he had it in his hair, drying the wet locks as much as he could.

His steps led him down the hall and then into his room where Kiara was still sitting. Her eyes did not meet his, they avoided him entirely. “It’s your turn now.”

Kiara nodded, standing to her feet. “Okay.”

As she walked out of the room, Zique walked over to his closet, throwing the towel somewhere on his bed. Was she still on about what he had said?

If he had known it’d bother her so much, he’d have kept his stupid thoughts to himself. But he just had to run his mouth, didn’t he?

He just had to show her just how much of a damn fool he was becoming... Before now, he’d never voice such words much less think of them and now he couldn’t even hold them back...

She was worth much more than she thought, huh?

What a stupid line coming from someone who wouldn’t hesitate to tell her how useless she was before.

Or perhaps those