(The content of this chapter are slight NSFW)
Skyla slowly entered his lowly lit haven and closed the door behind her. It shut with a soft click and she straightened her head to find him.
Standing against the window with his back pressed to it and his feet elegantly crossed at the ankles, her wandering eyes found the man of her hidden desires.
The crisp white shirt was taut against his heavily muscled body, while his shapely arms were crossed across his well-defined and firmly toned chest. The upper two buttons had been undone revealing the smooth skin below. It peeked at her so invitingly.
Some of his charcoal silken strands were falling in front of those enticing pair of azure eyes, they completely enthralled her and Skyla forgot to breathe, forgot to speak and forgot to walk.
Oxygen went on a vacation, perhaps took her tongue too.
The ground seemed to have engulfed her feet.
