XXVIII- Meeting The Pack

"Jesus!" Indianna gasped and covered her eyes, spinning round as well. "Put some clothes on!"

"But, Indie," Greyson said, walking forward so he was behind her. "I just love feeling free," he smirked. Indianna could feel his breath on her ear and Greyson kissed her neck. "Sure you don't want a peek?"

Indianna snapped back to reality before the sparks could take over and she barged him with her shoulder. "Put some bloody clothes on."

Greyson laughed and walked off, only to appear again seconds later with shorts on. Indianna couldn't help but peek at his abs. He had a clear eight pack and his muscle defined chest was littered with tattoos. Indianna hadn't noticed before but when Greyson's dark hair wasn't styled up in a quiff it was rather long and currently it was all pushed back from his face in a messy manner with wisps of fringe dangling in front of his eyes.

"Take a picture, sugar, it'll last longer," Greyson smirked and Indianna narrowed her eyes at him.

"I wasn't looking," Indiann