"Am I looking fresh enough for you, my lady?" I hear him say from behind me. I turn around and damn, he's fine. So frigging fine.
"Put on a shirt." I say. Why is he wearing just a trouser? And walking around barefooted with a towel on his head. Looking so damn sexy. All that muscle. Have I always been attracted to muscles? That perfectly aligned abs like rocks. I sincerely want to run my fingers over those chords and veins.
I turn back to continue staring out the window. It's the closest I will get to stepping out into this damn forest on my own again. And also, I don't think he's seen this, but there's something or things gathered on the ground out there.
I wonder what it is.
"Why? Is my state of shirtlessness disturbing you?" He asks and his arms slowly wrap around my body and he presses me upon his chest, resting his chin upon my shoulder. I don't think my heart will ever get used to him holding me like this. It's always beating like crazy.
