CHAPTER 74.
HARA.
I'm lost in staring at Roland as he approached us. His all-black attire made him look breathtaking and much of a hunk. I couldn't help but think that he looked more hotter and handsome than he used to.
The shirt he wore hugged his body tightly, showing off the intimidating bulge of his muscles. He didn't have a ripped body like this back when we were still together. It seems like he has been hitting the gym frequently for a while.
My throat has gone completely dried from staring and I continuously gulped to get it a bit wet. His whiff passed through my nostrils, striking up a few of my intimate memories with him. Memories of us, entangled in sheets and having the best time of our lives. Why did these memories have to surface now that he was not so far away from me?
