He lifted me ever so gently, as though i was a newborm baby. I felt weightless as he spun me around and laid me infront of the large, full body mirror.
Looking into the mirror i could see the whole range of NY skyscrapers behind my shadowed silhouette and to the left of me my master, searching desperately through a pine drawer. The penthouse view was amazing alongside his ripped, hot body. He held his hands behind his back, what was he hiding from me?
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Irresistible
Romancethere is just something about him, something that makes him so irresistible... the angelic and soft smile? the intensity of his glare? his strength? his masculinity?
