Anna
"If you argue with me on Romance vs Practical, I will always win" he bickers as his jaw clinches in irritation and I just laugh throwing my head back. He argues like a child.
We continued eating pizza and a comfortable silence sets in.
I looked up at him again and this time I couldn't ignore my heart fluttering. The handsome man sitting in front of me comfortably eating pizza while he is bare-chested and completely unaware of his muscles flexing making him look like a s*x god.
How could I ever get this image out of my mind?
We have been sitting in the kitchen and talking for quite a time now and yet I didn't get tired of looking at his muscles. Every few minutes my eyes are automatically drawn to it.
I want to blame my laziness for not getting up and going back to the room but
