I woke up to the refreshing scent of mint and soap invading my senses. My head ached from the hangover, and the moment I opened my eyes, a flood of questions rushed in.
Then I heard someone exit the bathroom.
My whole body froze. I slowly pulled the blanket down to see who it was.
I caught my breath.
A man's back. A beautiful, familiar back.
He was fresh from the shower, droplets falling from the tip of his hair and trailing down his glistening skin. The only thing keeping me from completely panicking was the white towel wrapped around his waist.
Oh, shit... last night wasn't a dream. It was real?
Goddamn Amethyst. That kid—this is all her fault!
I wasn't even planning on seeing him again, even if deep down I wished he’d come see me. But no, I barged into his place, and God knows what kind of shit I pulled last night. All I could remember was how he claimed me like I was precious.
"Hah..." Johnny exhaled softly, long, and sexy. He dried his hair with a small towel while standing in fr
