He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, like the dark s****l creature he is.
With his hands crossed over his chest and a wicked smirk on his lips. It was impossible to look away from him.
Why do his muscles have to look so lickable?
Did I just describe his muscles as likable?
Shit.
Bad Eliza, this is not how you should think about anyone's muscles... even if they look more delicious then any other desert you have ever seen.
"Queen Eliza, to what do I owe the pleasure on this fine morning?"
Why does my name suddenly sound so sexy when coming from his lips?
Ah his lips...
My mind returned to how good they tasted... and felt yesterday.
Will they taste the same today?
As the smile on his lips widened, I realized that I had been staring at his lips for way too long and he not
