C6 All For You

Damn. Why am I stuttering? He took a deep breath and stared at me. He looked at the tray I was carrying. I cleared my throat, approached his desk, and landed in the vacant space.

I couldn't look at him, so I looked around his room.

There's a sofa set in front of a flatscreen tv. A table with a swivel chair is a king-size bed covered by a black cushion. Also