Chapitre 387: Chapter Three Hundred And Eighty-seven: Do To Me What You Want To Do

The third point of view:

"What is it?" Emerald's deep male voice awakened her from her reverie. He ended the call to tend to her, having a feeling this was important, else she wouldn't come to his place by one in the night, right?

Yeah, what is it? What exactly did she come here to do?

"M-may I come in?" she couldn't believe she was stuttering. Cecil felt a patch of dryness in her throat and with the way her heart was pounding, it was as if she wanted to have a heart attack. 

"Fine, you can come in, but I'm not decent - that's one on you," He said, moving to the side to let her in. 

Cecil sucked in a sharp breath as she passed him, the scent of the perfumed soap he had used in the shower wafting into her nose. It smelled manly yet with a trace of loveliness, and it was making her head swirl. Cecil had never felt this heightened around him - the feeling scared her.