I had just poured the hot water into my mug when the doorbell rang. Groaning, I yanked down my already too short dress and hurried towards the double doors opening them slightly. My eyes widened as I took in a very hot guy, who had a dark tan and whose shirt was plastered against him because of the rain. My gaze dropped to the outline of his abs and I took a deep breath. When I looked back up at him he was smirking.
"Enjoying the viewview hermosa?" he asked in this deep husky voice, his spanish and english rolling together smoothly.
I rolled my eyes.
"I was until you showed up," I replied smiling sweetly.
He laughed and then let his eyes slowly roam my body making me tense. Finally, he cleared his throat and met my gaze again.
"So can I come in? My motorcycle stalled, and if you haven't noticed I'm soaked," he said slowly.
I sighed and opened the door wider.
"Come on in," I said, blushing as his eyes widened at my huge house.
We were silent as we made our way up the spiral staircase and into my room. I groaned inwardly as I noticed I'd left a thong out on my bed, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Uhm, I have some clothes you can wear," I said slowly. He looked at me suddenly.
"As hot as you look in that," he said smirking, "I don't think I can fit into those clothes chica."
I blushed at how smoothly he mixed his languages. "My name's Brooklyn," I muttered. "And I wasn't talking about my clothes."
I walked towards my walk in closet and pulled out guys skinny jeans and a thin muscle shirt. Wincing, I held them out for him.
"Brooklyn? Damn a sexy name for a sexy chica," he said nodding slowly.
I coughed and looked away immediately. Laughing, he took the clothes with one hand and put the other on my waist pressing against me and lowering his head. My breath hitched as his lips brushed my ear.
"I don't think your boyfriend would like you letting me wear his clothes," he whispered.
"And my name's Tyler. Gracias for the clothes chica"
I let out a slow breath as he pulled away and headed into my bathroom shutting the door behind him. I took three deep breaths before heading downstairs and to finish making my tea.
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Finding Home
RomanceI loved him, right? I was pretty sure I did, because who else made my heart pound just by smiling at me? Who made a million butterflies take flight when he kissed me? And more importantly, who else's brother was my best friend?
