The Angel Babysitter Part Three
Ten minutes later, Shane stepped out of the shower, the sweat from his workout thoroughly cleaned from his body. He carried on towel-drying his hair as he went back to his room, closing the door behind him. He had a new message on his phone. ‘Can’t w8 2 c u x’ From Kerry. He smiled, and threw the phone back on to his bed, he’d reply later. Now, he needed rest; It was an early start in the morning. He slipped a thin pair of cotton boxers on, lay on his bed, kicking his covers off as he did so,...