Slowly, Charles averted his gaze toward the door, his breath hitching the moment his eyes met Augustine's.
There Augustine stood, completely still, a broad smile tugging at his lips, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his trousers.
The amusement dancing in Augustine's eyes made Charles's stomach twist, his entire body flushing with embarrassment.
Augustine's white teeth were on full display, and his cheeks were a deep shade of crimson, a clear indication of his excitement over the scene that had unfolded right in front it him.
"What… what the hell are you doing here?" Charles questioned while stuttering as he properly sat down on the bed, pulling the blanket over to his chest to cover his entire body from the eyes of Augustine.
Scoffed!
Augustine scoffed, rolling his eyes at Charles's absurd question. "This is my house, Pookie," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement and possession.
