Only You
"Pop your bag down there if you like, Cleo. Kyle will be in shortly, I'm sure. He's probably just doing his hair."
As if summoned by absolute magic, Kyle suddenly appeared in the doorway.
My breath caught in my throat. He looked devastatingly dashing in his station uniform. He was wearing a tight, navy blue t-shirt that did absolutely nothing to conceal the god-like, chiselled muscles of his chest and arms, paired with heavy, dark grey turnout trousers slung low on his hips.
I bit my bottom lip, suddenly realising I was staring openly at him like a starved woman. He noticed me checking him out, and a charming, boyish blush crept up his neck.