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 Joyce to deny it.

did I need to change?” A strange fire jumped in

he didn’t remember anything after he got off the car yesterday.

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!” Joyce

bad mood? He was a man. Why did he mind it that she helped him change? She

to her, forcing her to confess more, “Is that so? Why do I get the

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

had

was one step quicker to

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

break away from him, but couldn’t

closer to her, almost clinging. “No one can be sober when a man and a woman are in the same room together. You’re

him twice and now she was pretending to be

longer