17 - Like kissing you....

Monica was flustered. Even so, Sly was momentous and she feared any kind of argument between them. Slowly, she unbuttoned the shirt, loosely allowing it to fall, exposing a lip-licking gorgeous bikini. Her face was so heated she couldn't look up. She didn't know what he was thinking or what he would do, significantly feeling his heated gaze on her and stood frozen for five seconds. "Put on the shirt and let's go," he muttered, turning to leave

Within the swift of the wind, Monica had put the shirt back on, sighing relieved. She lifted her head in time to catch a smirk in the corner of Sly's mouth but it seemed to be gone the instant she caught it. She trod after him through the living room to the stairs, leading to a door.

"This is the gym. I do work out a lot at dawn. You are usually asleep then," he pointed out, making Monica uncomfortable. Yes, she loved to sleep but most probably because there wasn't much to do. Yet, hearing Sly blurt it out, was a ringing alarm on h