wrong.
“Are you going to explain to me what happened? Where you were?” She asked, holding her gaze on him, unwavering, yet scared.
“No, I’m tired. I need a shower,” he said, pulling his tee up and over his head.
He stood bare-chested at the other side of the room and tossed his tee absentmindedly onto the armchair.
There was no denying his body was gorgeous. Tight muscles under smooth skin, the lines of his limbs smoldered, exuding a sort of easygoing sexiness that Hunter felt drawn to. He seemed to not even know the effect he was having on her. She found it impossible to keep her eyes on his face. Her gaze continually wandered down, lowering over his pecs, his chiseled abs, the apex of his jeans just under the belt.
She sensed him staring back, and so she snapped her gaze back up to meet his. She felt her cheeks flush pink, embarrassed to have been caught checking him out. His blue eyes seemed to turn dark, brooding. He seemed to be looking at her with an edge of interest, and that’s when Hunter realized the magnitude of her attraction. She felt like she was falling into those dark and brooding eyes. She felt some kind of connection that couldn’t be explained. She felt unmistakably that he was here for her, had been here for her, had been put here for her. It was convoluted and hard to reconcile, but Hunter sensed that he was her protector and that he knew it. Yet she knew there was no way she could ever trust him.
She realized how self-conscious she felt in his presence, as though her lips weren’t sitting on her face quite right. She sensed her hair was probably falling at ridiculous angles. She wondered if her skirt had ridden up too high. He needed to look away so she could recover from the intensity of their eye contact, but he didn’t. So Hunter looked down at Luthor who was lying, spread-eagle, on his back in front of her, blissfully unaware that murders and beatings had occurred all around him.
Ash pulled hard on his cigarette, listening to the tobacco crackle as he inhaled deeply. He liked that Hunter was in his apartment. He liked the idea that she had washed herself in his shower. For a split second he let his mind wander towards images of her naked body, soapy, moving under the hot shower spray.
Hunter’s hair was still wet. The humidity was causing it to curl slightly in long loose waves. She looked pale, ghostly, but it seemed to compliment her features. He could’ve stayed staring at her indefinitely. The way her breasts filled out her tee-shirt, causing the fabric around her chest to stretch taut, while directly below the tee hung loose, draping, sensual. She looked soft yet thin. He was already looking forward to the sleep he would make them both get. He wanted to be in bed next to her. He wanted to see how she might naturally respond to his hard body between the sheets.
But first he needed a shower.
He crossed quickly towards the bathroom and once inside, turned the shower on.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, calling out over the roar of rushing water.
“I can’t eat,” she said.
He turned after testing the temperature of the shower, and realized she was standing in the doorway.
Ash plucked the cigarette from his lips, holding it in the crux of his first and second finger and approached her.
“I got some good stuff,” he said, nearly pressing his body against hers as he made his way through the doorway and into the kitchen. She followed.
White air billowed out of the freezer, hitting Hunter’s face, cooling her down as he opened the
“Are you going to explain to me what happened? Where you were?” She asked, holding her gaze on him, unwavering, yet scared.
“No, I’m tired. I need a shower,” he said, pulling his tee up and over his head.
He stood bare-chested at the other side of the room and tossed his tee absentmindedly onto the armchair.
There was no denying his body was gorgeous. Tight muscles under smooth skin, the lines of his limbs smoldered, exuding a sort of easygoing sexiness that Hunter felt drawn to. He seemed to not even know the effect he was having on her. She found it impossible to keep her eyes on his face. Her gaze continually wandered down, lowering over his pecs, his chiseled abs, the apex of his jeans just under the belt.
She sensed him staring back, and so she snapped her gaze back up to meet his. She felt her cheeks flush pink, embarrassed to have been caught checking him out. His blue eyes seemed to turn dark, brooding. He seemed to be looking at her with an edge of interest, and that’s when Hunter realized the magnitude of her attraction. She felt like she was falling into those dark and brooding eyes. She felt some kind of connection that couldn’t be explained. She felt unmistakably that he was here for her, had been here for her, had been put here for her. It was convoluted and hard to reconcile, but Hunter sensed that he was her protector and that he knew it. Yet she knew there was no way she could ever trust him.
She realized how self-conscious she felt in his presence, as though her lips weren’t sitting on her face quite right. She sensed her hair was probably falling at ridiculous angles. She wondered if her skirt had ridden up too high. He needed to look away so she could recover from the intensity of their eye contact, but he didn’t. So Hunter looked down at Luthor who was lying, spread-eagle, on his back in front of her, blissfully unaware that murders and beatings had occurred all around him.
Ash pulled hard on his cigarette, listening to the tobacco crackle as he inhaled deeply. He liked that Hunter was in his apartment. He liked the idea that she had washed herself in his shower. For a split second he let his mind wander towards images of her naked body, soapy, moving under the hot shower spray.
Hunter’s hair was still wet. The humidity was causing it to curl slightly in long loose waves. She looked pale, ghostly, but it seemed to compliment her features. He could’ve stayed staring at her indefinitely. The way her breasts filled out her tee-shirt, causing the fabric around her chest to stretch taut, while directly below the tee hung loose, draping, sensual. She looked soft yet thin. He was already looking forward to the sleep he would make them both get. He wanted to be in bed next to her. He wanted to see how she might naturally respond to his hard body between the sheets.
But first he needed a shower.
He crossed quickly towards the bathroom and once inside, turned the shower on.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, calling out over the roar of rushing water.
“I can’t eat,” she said.
He turned after testing the temperature of the shower, and realized she was standing in the doorway.
Ash plucked the cigarette from his lips, holding it in the crux of his first and second finger and approached her.
“I got some good stuff,” he said, nearly pressing his body against hers as he made his way through the doorway and into the kitchen. She followed.
White air billowed out of the freezer, hitting Hunter’s face, cooling her down as he opened the
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