Ella
Standing at the door is Malik in his shirtless glory. My lips part and tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip. Malik's eyes follow the simple action with the same lustful look he had in the kitchen last night.
He takes in deep breaths.
“ Why do you look like you ran a marathon?” I ask as my eyes roam his sexy body that's packed with abs in the right places.
The sweat pants he has on hang so low they show off his v shape and I swallow hard. I look up quickly and he smirks. He knows the kind of effect he has on me.
“ Why did you leave without telling me?” His voice is harsh and he sounds pissed.
“ I shouldn't have been at your house in the first place. I was simply doing what you told me to. To stay away from you and your home.”
I point my finger as his chest, my finger tou
