54. A trip

BELLATRIX....

I swallow hard, my gaze dropping down to his physique, mouth agape. I didn't realize he was hiding that masterpiece under his white shirt! Shirtless, he looks so different from usual; his muscles are lean and toned like supermodels, and his eight-pack abs are half covered in tattoos. At that moment, his image is no less than that of a rough gangster!

"Like the view?"

I gasp at his playful voice. Immediately pursing my lips tight, I look away, blinking before gulping hard. "I... uh—G-good morning," I stutter slightly.

"Good morning," he replies gently. "Did you sleep well?" he asks, that playfulness replaced with concern.

"Y-eah, I did," I mutter before looking up at him again. I bite my lips at his sexiness, feeling slightly dizzy. Suddenly, a realization crosses my mind. "Umm, wh-at are y-ou doing here?"

Oh God, what was I even asking? Didn't I invite him to sleep with me last night? Well, I did not ask him to move around, though... naked.

His brow raised, a fain