Wet Nights
The serpent tattoo curled around his wrist gave him the final savage look.
Fuck, I can't believe the whole Bishop is staring at me right now, just a breath away from me.
I kept staring at his tattoo, admiring the ferocious touch it added to his calm look.
Our eyes suddenly met, and for a minute, I couldn't breath.
“Didn't mean to break you, sweetheart,” Bishop muttered as he leaned back, now securing his hands inside his pockets.
Fuck, he looks more charming when he speaks.
I couldn't say a word, I only kept staring at him as if I've seen a god.
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