“He has green eyes, Em. Green.” I sighed.
“Keep going.”
“He’s around six three, I’d say. Super broad, with muscles and more muscles and”—I inhaled a loud breath—“even more muscles on top of those. You know what I’m talking about. Like the kind of guy who has the power to pick you up and throw you against a wall.”
“Ravaging every inch of you and fucking every ounce of breath out of your body.” She released the air she’d been holding. “Yes, I know that kind.
They live rent-free in my fantasies.”
I gently banged the back of my head on the cabinet several times, trying to knock some sense into myself. “I’ve seen him every morning for the last two weeks.”