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"You've been avoiding me." I whispered, softly. "Why?"
His stare was fixated on me, he was focusing on my chest heaving up and down. His fingers dug even deeper against my hips, he was fighting every instinct in his body.
"I'm afraid I might...
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My eyes met the harsh sunlight, a pounding headache made its appearance causing my fingers to rub my temples. Last night's events came back to me in pieces, a groan practically left my lips. I stood up in desperate need of caffeine, I threw on a pink robe that I found hanging in the closet before walking inside the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and my hair, I tucked a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear.
I walked downstairs very cautiously not knowing who to expect, the smell of coffee filled my nose. There was a mug sitting on the island, it was filled to the brim and there was milk sitting right next to it. It wasn't too hot just the perfect temperature, I poured a splash of milk. I picked it up and brought it to my mouth, I inhaled the delicious smell before taking a sip.
I looked around the kitchen realizing this might've been someone's coffee but there was no one around. The sound of groaning was coming from the other room, my brain was telling me to stay put but my curiosity told me to follow the sound so I did.
I peeked inside the room, my mouth fell completely open with no regard for anyone seeing me. It was Alistair, he was completely shirtless with black shorts on. He was slamming his fist repeatedly against the punching bag with no protection over his hands, he was covered in sweat it was dripping down his forehead even his hair was soaked. Those abs looked sharp and intimidating.
My eyes trailed down his body, he had a few tattoos but my eyes fell on the angel on his back with a name written in delicate handwriting right beneath it. I squeezed my eyes slightly to read the name better, 'Nathaniel' was spelled.
"See something you like." He said, my body froze like I was a child getting caught stealing candy.
"I like your tattoos." I mentioned, my voice sounded very distracted. I was hoping he'd think that was the only thing I was staring at but he wasn't stupid.
He stopped punching the bag, his shoulders were super wide with sweat covering them. My eyes followed a drip traveling down his chest, who knew exercising was so hot? I gulped quietly when he walked closer to me, my heart was beating so fast I was afraid it'd fall out.
"I see you took my coffee." He said with a smirk tugging at his lips.
He was standing in front of me, his eyes fell on the mug between my hands. He looked back at me before lowering his head, my hands didn't dare to move as he locked his lips around the mug taking a sip. He was bent down, something inside of me liked how he looked up at me with his hooded eyes.
Goodness gracious
"Which one is your favorite?" He asked, there's no way a man like this exists.
"I don't know, I can't see them that well." I said, it was getting hard to produce words.
"Take a look then."
I gulped, and my head nodded at his every command. My eyes fell to his stomach where there was a huge lily flower tattoo and 'Arden' was written on his lower hip. His arm had tattoos scattered all across, 'I love you deeper than the oceans and skies' was written in small letters, in my opinion, it was a beautiful saying. The rest of his tattoos were of a half-moon, and vines trailing up his arm. I'm pretty sure all his tattoos have meaning, there wasn't a single one that wasn't beautiful.
