Scott X Dawn Novels & Stories

When I spot him, I nearly cry out like a teenager that just set her eyes on Keanu Reeves with a body of Dwayne Johnson. A few meters away, there's a black pickup truck, it's wheels slightly sinking in the sandy beach and it's front is facing me. Right on top of it is Scott, standing upright like he just conquered the world. His black shirt is unbottoned, the wind is blowing over it and his dark brown hair looks marvelous as it sways along to the wind. His well toned torso makes me bite my lower lip so hard that it hurts. I wonder how it would feel to touch him. Not touching him normally, but touching him in a... different kind of manner. His abs! His abs! His–

"You are right, it's definitely not for me. I’m with you on that. But I do need the money." Scott grunted in frustration just as a cocktail waitress strolled in with a glass of ice and a bottle of Club Soda. Taking the tray from her, he poured the Club Soda into the glass and sat next to me on the couch, bringing the glass to my lips. "Drink." I drank without hesitation, because to be honest, I hated being drunk. I needed nothing more than to head home and fall into a deep sleep. "Thanks.” Scott smiled his signature panty-dropping smile "It’s my pleasure, Dalia." He leaned over to whisper, "Just don't forget me." He revealed that I-know-something-that-you don’t-know expression again, got up