“What the fuck are you doing?” he thunders – I don’t know how he manages that since he just woke up but still, the sound echoes in my chest. His arm is stretched out wide, strangling the curtain with his grip, and for a few moments, all I can do is stare at his face. It’s clenched tight, every little line, every taut muscle on display. He’s anger personified with his ticking jaw and gritted teeth. I’m supposed to answer him; I know that. But my tongue is swollen. I stare at the five o’clock shadow on his square, killer jaw. Dark, enticing skin. Spiky, messy hair. Black eyes dripping with rage.
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He sleeps naked? So. Hot. 😏🤤
