Seven hells! He is topless. Nobody told me he got those amazing six packs and firm looking biceps. Oh gosh! This is just crazy. I feel like as if I am drooling over at the sight of his sinful body.
“Grabbing my shirt. It’s practically cold when the door is open,” he answered sarcastically on my answer, still maintaining his cool, casual, and calm voice.
Thank goodness! He isn’t showing any signs of negative reaction on the reaction of my body unto the half n***d sight of him. Perhaps, I didn’t appear overly distracted on his abs than I think I am. This is time when I am glad I am just an over thinker.
“S-Sure,” I answered and turned around to spare my eyes from the sinful sight.
Not long after, I felt footsteps coming back. That’s my cue to turn around and finally say what my
