I spun around nearly losing my balance. My eyes shot wide open as they lifted to the robed figure of Dorian Lark. He is in his black leather robe yes, but he is shirtless beneath it wearing nothing but a pair of black pants and silver belt. The robe is doing nothing to hide his chiseled muscular peck muscles, his cut abdomen, and I can only surmise beyond strong arms. The perfect god like body I imagined upon since our first introduction did not disappoint.
His necklace with the trinity and cross in contrasting yellow and rose gold is bulky resting above his heart in a striking way. Some men could never pull off jewelry. He was not one of them. I fought my absolute desire to take hold of that necklace and pull him towards me by it.
My fingers instinctively lift to the silk robe I am we
