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.”

not okay for

throw up. Why did I need to change?” A strange fire jumped in Luther’s eyes, “And why am I sleeping in this

after

drunk and I was the one driving you home. And Grandma was watching us downstairs. We couldn’t let Grandma find out we didn’t sleep in the same room!”

a bad mood? He was a man. Why did he mind it

“Is that so? Why do I get the impression

frowned and stood up from the couch, trying to

had covered it up. Did he find it

quicker to hold

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

from him, but couldn’t shake it off.

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

now she was pretending to be

no longer repress