Bab 60: Angelo The Faithful

THE PEAK OF sunlight kissed his chest the moment he drew the curtains back. The blonde curls cascaded onto his scarred left eyebrow while his bare chest enjoyed the warmth that he enjoyed for the first time after how many weeks?

With nothing but silk pants covering his body, his broad chest flexed when he stretched his arms to tie his curls into a top knot style.

A couple of good minutes passed before he walked away from the windowpanes of his room. He took his sweet time as he closed the distance between the enormous windowpanes of his room towards the receiving area.

Walking past the couch, he took the discarded white tee shirt and wore it. He headed straight to the bookshelf where his favorite books were kept in the color-coded arrangement rather than by alphabetical order or chronological sequence as his friend did.