(ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW)
A few days passed and the awful near-death experience was put behind me or I tried to sleep without letting a glimpse of those malignant eyes gawking back at me.
I stepped into the training room and instantly my eyes dropped anchor on Enzo at the corner of the room, with boxing gloves and punching a bag, wearing nothing but a pair of pants while his upper body was naked.
I halted and with a tilt of my head, I watched him, drinking him in. I watched the way his muscles flexed with each powerful hit of the bag. I watched the way sweat trickled down the inks on his back and arm like water.
Delicious.
I tilted my head to the other side and watched the straight v-line that went straight to his pants. He looked mouth-watering, I could barely look away
