Strangers
I'm disappointed by the sudden loss of the warmth his body created against mine.
I wait before opening my eyes, hoping he will continue his assault. When nothing happens, I peek through the slits in my eyelids to the sight of him shirtless, staring at me with lust-filled abandon. I can't decide where to look, what to take in. His chest is as glorious as his arms, but the way Mason's eyes have turned heated, focused on me, wins out. The brown of his irises have gotten so dark they're almost black, a yummy dark chocolate.
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