His Place

"Hang tight," he called her out over the torrenting downpour which had him drenched. Skyla had hidden her face in his chest to avoid being thwarted by the rain, her handbag clutched closer to her bosom as one of her hands snaked around his thick neck.

His virile fragrance and the warmth of his chest were driving her insane. As much as it was awkward, she wanted to stay like this forever. Nuzzled away in his warm flesh.

It was for the good that no paparazzi was following them in such weather or they would have gotten some juicy pictures and gossip mongers would have a plethora of gossip.

Zyair trudged along carrying the girl of his desires, she was so light. He could practically count her bones. The masked man promised himself he would pay more attention to her diet.