• ELOISE •
I'm on fire. I'm not torched up in flames or anything, but it certainly felt like I was. The moment Drevon turned to me, taking his leather gloves off, I forgot about everything else and doused myself on this massive man that suffocated the air around me.
He didn't stop there; he took off the strap fastened with gold metal buckles, and then he undid the buttons of his jacket. All the while holding my gaze like the magnetic beast he was.
I gulped when he pulled off his jacket swiftly, followed by his linen shirt. My eyes met his solid abs and muscles. Everything was divine. I veered my hot gaze to his glorious ink design fanning on his chest like shadows moving in the wind.
I lost my breath for a second when his hand moved to his pants. I thought he would take it off, too, but I became distracted when I noticed a very prominent bulge, hugging the leather.
Is that his—.
"Eloise."
