Her First Obstacle

JoJo's POV

Five Hours to #POAT…

He doesn't know.

He doesn't know.

He doesn't know…

I repeat the mantra, squeezing my eyes shut as the scalding water pelters down on my pale skin. Suddenly, his dark eyes are all I can see and I feel them staring at me with undisguised contempt. I stifle a shudder, grab the body wash, squirt a generous amount on the loofah and vigorously scrub at my skin, hoping my conflicted emotions leaves with the smell of rain as I rinse off.

I lift my face to the hot spurts coming from the shower head and his hot breath is on my face, whispering into my ears. A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop myself and I immediately turn off the tap and step out of the foggy bathroom.

“Nope, not going there.” I scold my treacherous body, “Jeremy Vongov is a psychopath slash serial killer in the making–pfft, so what he's hotter than sin even when he's throwing a death glare,”

An heat of his tongue running over my face and the coldness of his tongue piercing has