Chapter 6

The sight of Romeo never fails to make my heart go into overdrive. Whether he is naked, fully clothed, or simply just bare-chested, with just sweatpants hanging below his narrow waist, there is always this excitement from within me that I can't seem to fathom.

And walking into him leaning against his kitchen cabinet, chiseled abs on display as he sips lazily on his hot coffee, the feeling doesn't become old, it still makes me high, as if it's the first time.

Earlier this morning, I woke up in a strange bed, wrapped in the strong arms of a stranger, with a devious hangover that threatened to split my head into halves.

I didn't and couldn't even remember the stranger's face from the night before other than his striking, oddly familiar blue eyes. I told him it was a mistake and that I was under the influence.

But the fool must have thought I liked to just walk into a club, get drunk and bang the next possible man. So he told me he had a good time and that he would see me again.

I waved