Lisa's POV
On this very day, Ivar, whatever his surname was, wasn't looking like some nonchalant human, who lacked fashion sense.
And for the first time in a long time, I was left speechless. He was dressed in a gray suit and a dark T-shirt. His hair is freshly trimmed, and his lips…
I glanced at the stubbles on his chin, my heart fluttered just seeing them, the sensation I had felt when he was between my thighs crossed my mind, my skin prickled as an image fluttered in my mind.
Most times I tend to forget how physically attracted I was to this man, and how much I wanted him. I couldn't hold the urge for too long so I touched the lapels of his suit pretending to straighten it, when in reality I wanted to run my hands on his bare skin.
He smiled at me, and I found myself blushing, so I looked away.
"It's nice seeing you so soon," he complimented.
Biting my lips, I responded.
"You flatter me"
