𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 24 : Off Guard

Scarlett

One morning, I walked into the kitchen, still groggy from sleep, only to find Alexander making coffee. He was shirtless, his well-toned muscles on full display. I froze, my eyes widening. My bleary eyes landed on Alexander, his chiseled torso gleaming in the morning light. I halted, my sleep-addled brain struggling to process the sight. His broad shoulders flexed as he poured coffee, his muscles rippling beneath his smooth skin. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath catching in my throat.

"Good morning," he said, his voice low and smooth, he rumbled, his deep voice sending a vibration through my entire body.

I tried to keep my composure, my cheeks heating up. "Morning." I forced a reply, trying to sound nonchalant despite my racing heart.

He handed me a cup of coffee, his fingers brushing mine. The simple touch sent a shiver down my spine. "Thanks," I mumbled, looking away to avoid staring at his chest. My cheeks flamed as he handed me a steaming cup, our fingers touching briefly. The spark of electricity that ran through me was undeniable. I jerked my hand back, trying to play it cool.

As I took a sip, our eyes met, and I felt like drowning in his warm, hazel gaze. I looked away, focusing on the coffee's rich aroma to calm my racing thoughts. But I couldn't shake off the sensation of his skin against mine. It was as if my body had developed a mind of its own, craving more of his touch.

Alexander leaned against the counter, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Sleep well?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I nodded, still trying to find my voice. His presence was intoxicating, making my head spin. I felt like a teenager with a crush, unable to string together a coherent sentence.

Despite my efforts to stay modest, moments like these kept happening. His presence was intoxicating, and it was becoming harder to ignore my growing attraction to him. As we stood there, the air thick with tension, I realized that my efforts to ignore him were futile. My attraction to him was growing stronger by the day, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep pretending otherwise.

Alexander

Scarlett's reactions to my presence were both endearing and arousing. One evening, as I was getting ready for bed, she walked into the hallway and saw me coming out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around my waist. As I emerged from the shower, Scarlett's eyes widened, and she quickly looked away, her face turning a deep shade of pink. I chuckled to myself, enjoying her flustered state.

She quickly averted her eyes, her face turning crimson. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smirked, enjoying her flustered state and wrapping the towel securely around my waist. "It's okay, Scarlett. It's your home too now. Besides, I'm pretty sure I've seen more of you in your yoga pants than I just did of myself." I teased, trying to put her at ease.

She nodded, still avoiding eye contact, her eyes fixed on the floor. "Right. Yeah. Sorry again." Her adorable awkwardness made me want to pull her into a hug and reassure her that it was okay to be human.

As she turned to hurry away, I called out, "Hey, Scarlett?" She turned back, her eyes still downcast. "Yeah?" "You might want to work on your 'I'm not interested' face. The whole 'deer in headlights' thing kind of gives you away." I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Her eyes flashed up to mine, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Shut up, Alexander." She said, laughing, before quickly retreating to her room.

These moments, though seemingly innocent, fueled the fire of my desire for her. Each encounter made it harder to resist the urge to pull her into my arms and show her exactly how much she meant to me. I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, I was in over my head. But I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and I couldn't wait to see what other hilarious, awkward, and sensual moments we'd share.