Abby
My eyes couldn't stop enjoying the wonderful view, it was impossible for me to look away from Vincent's perfect and well-worked torso, was he hiding all of that under his elegant suits?
God, it was so hot in here.
-Are you hot?- Vincent's question made me look up at his eyes and I got scared thinking that he had the power to read my thoughts, if that was the case, he must know everything I have imagined in less than a minute just by admiring every muscle of his attractive torso.
-What?- I asked, bewildered, moving the glass of water away from my lips, while thinking of anything else other than my hands roaming every inch of his body.
The sky is blue, roses are red, and I didn't want to think about your mouth anymore.
This wasn't working.
-You said it's hot.-
I sighed
