Then next morning, I stepped out of my room to do ten pushups, go shower, prepare and go to work, like I did every morning.
Surprisingly, I heard Saïda in the kitchen. She usually got up at eight or so. I went to the kitchen and met her searching the fridge. She hadn't seen me. My eyes dropped to the cute tiny shorts that she had on.
I admired her smooth legs and strangely, I felt my throat grow a little dry and a stir in my pants.