We barely exchanged greetings, it was more grunts than anything else, before he ran out. I was still furious at him for his behavior last night, but my eyes enjoyed the view as he walked past me and opened the fridge for a water bottle. With his white tee-shirt straining at his broad shoulders and strong arms and his night blue shorts riding low on his strong hips, it was a perfect view. Until he turned toward me; his scowl deepened—and with his scar—it was quite intimidating. Yet, not being one to be easily intimidated, I kept my head high and shrugged before I sat back on the couch. And now, one hour later, I was still on the couch, but my novel was forgotten on the coffee table, still open on one hell of a steamy scene. I couldn't focus on the literary alpha male with the real one taking all the space in my head. I hated it! I gazed outside and saw the dark clouds that invaded the earlier blue sky. It rarely rained around here, but whenever it was raining, I loved to go outside and let the rain wash over me, plastering my clothes to my body.
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