Minutes of reconciliation
Smile and start unbuttoning, with your gaze fixed on me. It's taking all my willpower not to rush forward and rip it off in one go. Why is he dragging it out so much? I know what he wants. He wants to make me wait. He likes to torture me.
When he finally gets to the last button, he shrugs his shoulders back and takes it off. For a brief moment, as I see the muscles in his chest tense and relax when he throws both arms back, I think I might faint.
He takes off his shoes and then frees himself from his pants. I scan his perfect physique and my mouth waters until I come to the horrible mark on his abdomen. My gaze lingers on it for a moment, but he steps back between my legs and makes me forget my curiosity. I try to control the urge to grab him. The pressure I
