His baritone washed over me, a slow, deep rumble that slid down my spine and pooled low enough to make me shiver.
I could blame it on the black walls that ignite the dark pleasures in me, bringing out something I had thought was buried. But I knew it was only him. This male in front of me, who was mine, only not fully.
“Oh, hello mate.” I perked up, sitting up in bed. His shirt was a little too big for my frame, and it slipped from one hand, exposing milky skin.
A slow smile curled my lips as his gaze dragged over my skin, scorching a trail, and I trembled seeing him look at me with another expression that was anger.
I think it was the three expressions he was showing me. A new record. If I were bold enough, I could unlock three more today and just call it a night.
“How are you doing?
