Aveayanmou

I was ready, they said.
Yes... as ready as I can be... Prim and Proper... Like a goat to be butchered for dinner...

I stepped in and moved further in well practiced steps. I could feel eyes on me burning me from their criticizing and analysis. I forced myself to calm down and breath.

That was when I felt HIM..... or more particularly his overwhelming power. 'The Grusae...'

''Look up".

The voice of pure male.... powerful, demanding and gruff but caressing with a dark promise....

And I obeyed....

I found out the reason why I suddenly started describing a voice. It should be a sin to be this breathtaking. Never have I ever been stunned by beauty and he was breathing it. Sculpted to perfection, a man every woman wishes to have a glimpse of and would die for.

And maybe.... just maybe it wouldn't be too bad if he finds out...