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.”

okay for Joyce to deny it.

need to change?” A strange fire jumped in Luther’s eyes, “And why am I sleeping in

that he didn’t remember anything after he got off the car

the one driving you home. And Grandma was watching us downstairs. We couldn’t let Grandma find out we didn’t

morning. Did he get up with a bad mood? He was a man. Why

slightly and took a big step closer to her, forcing her to confess more, “Is that

sick.” Joyce frowned and stood up from the couch, trying to

heart was beating so fast. Obviously she had covered it up.

quicker to hold her

perhaps because he had just taken a shower. Even she

from him, but

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

him twice and now she was pretending to be

no longer repress his feelings.