<span style="color: #FF0000">Fernando put his lips to the bottle, taking drinks from it and eyeing Jayee out of the corner of his eye the whole time. He was leaning back against the seat, one leg propped on it and the other down, and he had his elbow placed on his knee with the bottle hanging from his fingertips. When she stripped down to her underwear to change clothes, he looked at her more closely, taking in every detail of her seemingly flawless body. As she glanced at him, he quickly turned his eyes to the bottle, pretending to be engrossed in the liquid inside.<br/><br/>"Jayee."<br/><br/>He knew he wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what. For once in a very long time, he was at a loss for words. He always found himself to be a person good with words, who could always talk and say what was on his mind, but this time he had no idea what it was that he even wanted to say.</span>