Sweet Fire

5

Samira was in the middle of a sweet dream, when a wonderful scent filled her nostrils and drew her out of sleep. It was the same woodsy smell on Eros' shirt that night. And the same one she got from him when he hugged her. Where was it coming from?

Rolling on her side, she opened her eyes and found herself staring into the room, a window away from hers. Tucking her arms under her head, she drew in the intoxicating smell. A man suddenly appeared from the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist as water dripped from his wet black hair and rolled down his back.

This man's skin was brown and smooth. She knew it was impolite to ogle at him, but it was very hard for her to look away. She had never seen such raw muscle and fresh. On TV, yes. But not in real life. He moved to his dresser and started smearing himself with a lotion he took from a drawer.

The movement of his hands on his body was so erotic, her skin started to tingle from watching him. Who is he? She asked herself. Up until now, she had not seen his face and it was killing her. She wanted to know whose body was so appealing that it caught her attention and refused to let it go.

She got her answer when he suddenly spun around. Those electric blue eyes, that nose and the breathtaking smile, belonged to that one person she found very attractive. Her mouth opened slightly when her eyes fell to his torso. It looked like the work of a very talented artisan, well detailed and beautiful.

Before she could get over the shock of him and his beautiful body, he had already crossed the room and was now standing at his window. "Hi." He smiled.

"H_ hi," her voice trembled and she cleared her throat. That smile and body were warming up her cheeks and making her stomach flip.

"How was your night? Was the bed comfortable? Was there enough air? If you have any issues just let me know."

"Y_ yes. Everything w_ was fine. T_ thank you." Samira was a wreck. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her whole body was trembling and she could not tear her gaze away from his captivating eyes.

She found it difficult to understand how the self-control she usually had on herself was lost all of a sudden. Her brain was telling her to look away, that it was impolite to stare too long at a man -a half-naked man at that- but her body wasn't responding to that command.

"Samira."

"Eros." She did not know she had left her bed and moved to the stand by her window, until when he reached his hand out his and touched her face.

"You look very beautiful in your sleep and even more beautiful when you are awake."

He flashed her, a smile and then everything went black after that. Before she knew it, Tamera was calling her name.

"Samira, what are you looking at?" Samira spun around and found her sister clad in a bathrobe. Her hair was wet and the look on her face was questioning. "I asked what you were looking at."

"Uh..." Samira mumbled and glanced back at the window next to hers. It was closed and the curtains drawn.

All of a sudden, she wondered if everything that happened was a dream. Had Eros not been in the next room across from hers, half-naked? Had she not seen his gorgeous body? Had he not reached out and touched her face with a warm hand?

"Samira..." Tamera called, getting exasperated.

"Huh?" She was lost.

"I said, go take your shower. We will be going to the grape farm today to check it and made our decision, remember?" Tamera watched her confused sister and wondered what had gotten into her.