The third point of view:
Have you ever been caught by your mother stealing meat from the pot of soup? That was how Cecil felt that moment as she stared at the half-naked man. It was as if she had been caught doing a very, very, bad thing.
The worst part of it all was that she couldn't take her eyes off - off his hard abdomen. She gulped, her throat becoming dry all of a sudden. How could someone be that toned?
In one word, Emerald was a macho man. His weight was evenly distributed by the help of his height and she couldn't understand why her hands were inching to touch those six-packs of his. Gosh! Keep yourself under control, Cecil! You're not that love-starved teenager anymore!
Her attention was suddenly brought back around when Emerald pulled down the shirt that had been in the process of being taken off.
"What are you doing here?" He asked in a tone that she couldn't exactly classify as annoyed or angered for the disruption.
