Hayley's POV
Does he get joy out of me straining myself not to look at him shirtless? 'Cause if he does... he would have gotten A LOT of joy out of that. I stared down at my silver yoga pants, navy blue hoodie, and rainbow fluffy socks. I leaned my head back against the back of the chair. I heard Ross's footsteps coming down the stairs and I was ready to jump up and look at something else if he came back down in his pajama pants, still shirtless. He came in wearing a red shirt, blue jeans, cool black sneakers, and his (apparently) favorite black leather jacket. "I'm gonna head out for a little while... you want me to pick anything up for you Hayls?" he asked me, his captivating brown eyes holding mine. Hayls? He has a nickname for me? Awww! How sweet! "Uh... I don't know... probably just something to eat" I answered, deeply captivated in Ross's eyes. "Alright" he said and smiled "I'll be back in an hour or so"
"Alright" I said. He left and I went up to my room and started listening to my iPod. Then I was feeling artsy so I went around the house looking for paper and some type of writing utensil. Once I found them I went around looking for something to sketch. I then sat on the windowsill in the living room and stared out the window. I then started sketching the backyard and when I finished... it was a pretty good resemblance. I ran upstairs and put it under my bed (Hell if I know why), and then Ross came back. Wow... time flies... doesn't it? He came in carrying like 20 packages. He got a whole ton of food from the supermarket and got me a whole ton of new shirts, pants, sweatshirts, and things like that. Such a sweet person... isn't he?