Dark Illusions: Wicked Truths
The caramel color of his skin had a slight sheen of sweat from the warm-up exercises.
Gods, he looked delicious enough to eat.
My skin was already on fire and had decided to go straight to the inferno stage when he looked my way, as if he could sense me staring at him, and winked.
Everything in the room disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place.
It was just him and me, standing alone.
Then a flash of something came and went in my mind.
And then again.
And again, but slower this time.
Weird.