Chapter 27: disobedience
Third pov
Araya stares at the bathroom where Vincenzo is currently taking his shower and back to the key she sneakily took from his pocket.
A satisfied and triumphant grin on her face.
She places the key under her pillow and waits for him to step out, the moment the door opens she looks up at him and her breath gets caught in her throat from the sight before her.
A towel is loosely hung around his waist as he uses another to wipe his hair dry nd all the whil maintaining eye contact with her.
The sound of her heart rate picking up reaches her ears and she could swear the damn organ was about to burst out of her chest.
Slowly her tongue darts out to dry her lips as she feels that it is too dry and she suddenly felt thirsty.
But not for water
But rather for the delicious dark haired specimen in front of her.
She subconsciously leans back on the bed when he moves his face closer to hers, his eyes searching hers.