ELENA
I was nervous as hell as I approached Devon, who was drying his hair after the shower. He was exhausted and thus took a hot water shower to relax his sore muscles.
I watched him standing in front of the mirror, bare-chested and glowing in his all-masculine glory, which already made me feel hot.
A bead of sweat trickled down my spine as I stood scratching my thumb, contemplating my actions and reminding myself why I was doing this in the first place.
I walked slowly in his way before stopping right behind him. He must be distracted by the thoughts of work to not notice my presence close to him.
I gently placed my fingertips on his toned back and he instantly tensed, pausing. I glided my fingers down, enjoying how swiftly my fingers moved on his skin.
I watched and felt the cuts on his muscles in awe. I couldn't resist myself from placing my lips on his back. If I had to do it then why not do it in a most pleasant way?!
