You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce sat up from the couch and was just about to get up.

Luther came out of the bathroom. His black hair was wet with water droplets slipping down and dripping onto his sexy chest. There were water droplets in his defined face.

White bath towel was around his belly button, sexy to the extreme.
Robust physique, strong muscular lines, long and slender legs.
Last night the light was dark, now it was so bright.

She could see it more clearly and realistically.

Thinking about what she did last night, Joyce instantly blushed. After all, she had not been intimate witn men before. That he was so “naked” and stood in front of her naturally made her feel embarrassed.

She turned her face away.

“Did you help me change into my pajamas last night?” Luther raised his eyebrows. His eyes were like falcons, looking at her askance.

“Yes, I did it.”

for Joyce to deny it.

strange fire jumped in Luther’s

after he got

Grandma was watching us downstairs. We couldn’t let Grandma find out we didn’t sleep in the same

was early in the morning. Did he get up with a bad mood? He was a man. Why did

her, forcing her to confess more, “Is that so? Why do I get the impression that you’re always trying to find ways

the couch, trying to push away from him who was stepping up close to

had covered it up.

one step quicker

were slightly hot, perhaps because he had just taken a shower. Even

away from him, but

almost clinging. “No one can be sober when a man and

had tempted him twice and now she was pretending

could no longer repress his feelings.