Chapter 28
Nia
My eyes hungrily run over the side of his wide neck as Reeves turns the key to unlock the door to his apartment. It wasn't actually discussed where we were heading, but somehow we've ended up here.
I moisten my lips, very well aware of everything him. How his long sleeve, black Henley hugs his ripped, wide, upper body. The way his worn-out jeans hang around his lean waist. The closely shaved hair decorating the nape of his masculine neck. His fresh mixture of sea breeze and citrus scent.