I clutched my chest, still in shock as I tried to still my racing heart, partly racing because of how his seemingly wet, large, succulent build shined beneath the lights, his tattoos like glitter engravings that were merely much-needed accessories to his magnificence.
Fuck, why was I thinking like this?
“We have to have a stern talk about this sneaking up on me habit. Until my heart bursts one day from all of it you'd learn to knock?” I asked weakly, facing back down at my cake and broken shards of glass that laid miserably on the floor, “Now look what you did?”
My sincerest apologies, Zipporah,” he said, his voice deepening, music to my ears.
“Don't call my name like that,” I straightened, trying to neutralize the tint forming on my cheeks as he approached me slowly, not shifting his
