𝓔𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓦𝓮𝓼𝓽

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

I stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I wrapped a towel around my hair, but didn't bother with one for my body, assuming I was alone in my apartment. As I walked into my room, I was startled to see a man sitting on my couch. His legs spread eyes dark.

My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met. He was staring at me with an intensity that made me feel naked and vulnerable. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his gaze roamed over my body.

I tried to process what was happening, but my mind was a blank. Who was this man? How did he get into my apartment? And why was he staring at me like that?

I felt a surge of fear and adrenaline, and my instincts kicked in. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but it was a futile attempt. I was completely exposed, and he was taking in every inch of me.

"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

The man smiled, a slow, lazy smile. "I think you know," he said, his voice low and husky.

I shook my head, confusion and fear warring for dominance. "No, I don't," I insisted.

The man took a step closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "Don't play games with me," he growled. "I know all about you."

I felt a chill run down my spine as he took another step closer. I was trapped, and
He is kissing me