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ELEANOR

I stared up at him. Heat burning across my skin as though fire was spreading right through me, brought by the intensity of his lust-filled gaze. Dropping my eyes to the tiled floor, I bit my lower lip. Hesitant and afraid to meet his stare head on when my heart still can’t stop beating wildly at the moment. His face shooting me a scrutinizing look probably because I have made it too clear I craved for him, truthfully.

Shit. I gulped. If this was my imagination, I would have slapped myself across the face without pouring another damn thought.

"Is something wrong?" The confusion showing in his face escalated into worry. Brows furrowing at my expense.

I shook my head, forcing my eyes to gaze into him before allowing a small, innocent smile that’s crept up my face.

He uses his fingers to hold my chin up, and I swept my gaze across the floor towards his impeccably handsome features. His piercing blue eyes staring down at me with pure, evident lust.

“I-I gotta take a shower,” I