Chapter 8:

        I removed the bottle and bent over coughing my lungs out. No, I must be dreaming. It was not what I saw. I raised my head again and... Yes, I wasn't dreaming. It was really what I saw. 

     My eyes almost fell out of their sockets, I trailed my eyes through the white short, which led to the broad chest which had ink on them. His naked arm had flowers like tattoos on them as well. I trailed them to his damp hair, water dripped down his enchanting chest which could sweep any girl by her feet.

  My eyes met his cold face, he looked at me like he was going to strangle me. I didn't dare look back at his shirtless upper region which made my stomach develop invisible butterflies. 

   “Quit staring at me and fuck off!“ He snapped and walked past me to the refrigerator. I couldn't turn around but I heard the flicking sound of the bottle he sent to hi