BRIA
He didn't speak right away as he held me captive in his hands. My mind was in frenzy, trying to come up with some excuse for what I was doing outside his bedroom. Nora warned me that no one was allowed to go into his room not even her. No one has ever saw how his room looked. That made me believe that he must be hiding some dead corpses inside. But before I could find it out I was caught by none other than him. Great! James Bond would be very proud of me! Note the sarcasm.
"what the hell are you doing here, Miss Maxwell?" that deathly tone was enough to make my knees buckle under me.
He was in his gym clothes, a thin line of perspiration was sparkling on his forehead. His chocolate brown hairs were matted to his forehead making him look normal. My eyes betrayed me when they trailed down from his sharp jaw to his Adam's apple following the trail of a drop of sweat that rolled down to his hard chest which was covered in a black t-shirt and then to his bulging biceps.
