As I'm about to take a sip, the cup of water in my hand almost
spills; I feel familiar hands taking me by surprise. They press up
against my hips, sending chills down my spine. My heart races.
Kisses are planted along the tendon of my neck, which console
me, slowing down my pulse. I sigh.
He moves his lips so they're close to my ear. "Mmmm, baby," he
begins, "What are you doing up so late?" His voice is raspy as it
sensually courses out. Oh, f**k me.
I turn around to face him. In an instant, the sight of him makes me
feel better. He's half-naked, only wearing his signature black briefs.
His dark locks are mussed from sleep, and he can't look any more
hot than this. I can't help but to lick my lips at his toned body. I
focus on his face, again. He's sleepy as his eyes have troub
