CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
The silence again. I cherished it now more than anything. I doubt I was going back in there now. My thoughts however had other plans and soon they were turning into a heated stream of things I shouldn’t even be thinking about. On one hand, was Eros. The definition of a sexy man who knows what he wants and is not shy to make it known. But he was definitely a man-w***e and sleeping with him, or even entertaining the idea of it made was out of question. On the other hand, was Benoit, a walking piece of hunk who is very much subtle about he wants but he was not the kind to make a first move. Charming, hang-up on his ex and prefect recipe of a bad news. My body was screaming for me to run into the opposite direction. Wait, why was I thinking of any of them like I was about to
