#Chapter66
Westley \& Clyve-01
WESTLEY
This is not a good idea.
I TOOK a deep breath before knocking on his cabin. Then a few moments later, the wooden floor squeaked, and the door swung open.
Holy! Why in the hell was this man so hot? I mean like off that chart freaking hot. My breathing held in my lungs for a moment and my wide eyes landed down below his face. Unconsciously.
Groaning, I turned around because my face was probably red. I could feel the blood rushing up my neck. Clyve was half-naked, and only on his running tight pants. His wreathed forearms were like carved by Renaissance sculptor.
With just a quick look, I was sure I saw the still sweaty broad chest and washboard abs that you could only see in the Men’s fitness magazines.
/"Are you ready?/" Thank, God my voice didn’t stutter while my heart rate tripled.
/"Ready for what?/"
