Nia
My eyes hungrily run over the side of his wide neck as Reeves turns the key to unlock the door to his apartment. It wasn't actually discussed where we were heading, but somehow we've ended up here.
I moisten my lips, very well aware of everything him. How his long sleeve, black Henley hugs his ripped, wide, upper body. The way his worn-out jeans hang around his lean waist. The closely shaved hair decorating the nape of his masculine neck. His fresh mixture of sea breeze and citrus scent.
He slides the door open for me to enter. With the tap of the closing door, he turns to me. In parallel, without any warning, his lips land on mine, and I'm lifted up to be pinned against the wall in the most aggressive, yet welcomed, manner. I wrap my legs around his waist. Reeves' left hand cradl
