I WATCHED my hand as Lance's hand grip on it possessively. People stared at us intrigued as we finish buying things we needed.
There's recognition in their eyes when they took notice of Lance. Even in his simple white T-shirt that hugged his broad shoulder and muscled chest with his faded jeans that look so perfect on it. There's an aura out of him shouting danger, dignity, and sexiness. All mix together that he stands out of all the people inside the supermarket.
They seem to think how on earth like a Greek god is inside in a supermarket where in fact he has the capacity to send hundreds of maids to do the task.
But to me, he looks so sexy, choosing what vegetable or fruit to buy, he didn't just pick things up like those lazy bastards on TV but he took his time we
