Descendant of the moon goddess.
My anger has been forgotten, and all I want to do is spend the night in his arms.
His now darkened, lust-filled hazel eyes scan my body for a while before he turns away.
He stands up from my bed and walks towards me. I'm still standing in front of the bathroom door, so I'm kind of trapped between him and the door.
When he's a little distance from me, he stops and takes off his shirt. I gulp, moving backwards. I'm currently staring at a breathtaking Greek god. My eyes shamelessly scan his perfect body, from his albs to his well-built chest, to his perfect muscles, the tone of his flawless skin, and oh my gawd, he has a V! Of course, he has a V. He's kinda like my type mixed with perfection an
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