His eyes are the softest brown infused with greens that I ever saw in my life. Seeing him more clearly now is enough reason for me to run from the hills right? But why am I still here?
I built a huge ball of breath on my lungs. My weak heart can't process the image in front of me. Both of his arms are on the sides of the round tub, showing the perfect curves of his muscles and some fine lines.
His brows… It's thick and it resembles him so well. I've never noticed it until at this moment. He c****d his head on the other side and that's when my senses snap the hell out of me.
"Y-your supper is here. I'll get going now."
He didn't answer me. He doesn't look mad. But why do I feel like he's more scary when he's like this. He has the same face when we first talked at the bar years
