Bella
He promptly left me on his bed before leaving his room.
“Oi!” I started in surprise, my hand outstretched as he left his room. Where is he going?
He came back soon enough with my clothes in his hand and his eyes closed.
“Here, your clothes. You can wash up in my bathroom first too. I’ll wash up in Caleb’s room,” he said firmly.
I looked at his tanned body rippled with muscles. He has a tattoo on his right bicep. It looks like a tribal pattern that circles around his bicep. I wonder what it meant. I stood up and went to trace his tattoo. His bicep muscle twitches at my touch.
“What does this mean?” I asked softly.
“I’ll tell you later… Mate, it’s taking all of me to keep my eyes closed as you wished. Do you want me to open them?” he said the last sentence with a curl of a smile
