We soon arrive at his room and Luna gestures for me to enter, and once I do she closes the door behind me, leaving me alone.
Alone with the man standing by the windowsill, staring into the distance.
I still can't get over how masculine he looks… Even with his back turned to me, he is such a fine specimen that it's hard to not stare at his bulging muscles that threaten to rip his thin shirt apart.
'Shit…! Lucille, calm yourself! You are a married woman, and this boy could be your son!' I chastise myself before speaking up. "You called for me, Quinlan."
He doesn't reply for a few seconds and continues observing the free sky and the clouds floating merrily on its canvas. Just when I think that I'm being ignored as part of some humiliating joke he opens his mouth, letting out his trademark deep, mesmerizing voice.
