“Faust!” Sierra and Lailane chorused but it was her best friend who said his name out loud. Sierra felt like a cat caught her tongue when she turned to him.
He had already showered and changed to a casual cotton long sleeved shirt which almost made Sierra lose her sanity. How can she remain calm when that dam shirt left nothing to her imagination? It curved and hugged on his chiseled chest and she swore she could count how many packs he had in his abs.
Sierra couldn’t help but bite the insides of her lower lip. Damn! Why does he have to look so fresh and yummy while I must’ve looked like a zombie who just crawled out from the grave!
She averted her gaze and unconsciously ran her hand on her hair. She didn’t even noticed how she already held her
