swnovels.com Seeing that I didn’t speak, Dennis put the first aid kit up. He took off his jacket, looked at me, and said, “Take a good rest. Don’t think too much. I am going to take a shower now.”
I didn’t mind what he just said. Instead, I huddled under the quilt. I still couldn’t fall asleep after a while. After looking for a long time, I couldn’t find my own phone. But I saw Dennis’s on the bedside table.
I yelled towards the bathroom, “Dennis, can I use your phone?”
“Are you snooping?” Dennis leaned out of the bathroom and smiled, “Just check whatever you want - you know the password.”
I couldn’t help but glare at him, and I said, “I wasn’t planning on peeping at your privacy anyways. I just needed to use it. I left mine somewhere else.”
He raised his eyebrows, without saying anything else, and went back into the shower.
I took his phone. I had downloaded a video for him before, but he didn’t delete it. I thought he would at least open it and check it out.
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