His hand fists my hair as I run mine up the back of his shirt, anxious to touch his skin. We struggle as we move toward the window and have to break apart to crawl inside. I go first and watch as he bends his large frame through the open window and stands before me in the dark. The kitchen light is the only one on in the apartment, and its faint glow casts a heavenly brightness on his face. His sharp jaw, smooth skin, and that perfect angle of his face in the shadows, plus those sinful chocolate eyes melt the clothes right off of me.
