“Good morning. Well, it’s almost afternoon, actually.” My head whips toward the deep voice coming from behind. And there he is, hands in pockets, ankles crossed, and leaning against a low-hanging branch. Now that I’m not a breath away from death, his appearance and lack of shirt is suddenly extremely distracting. I avert my gaze quickly, though I don’t miss the smirk sliding to his lips when he catches me staring.
hi kai :)
