บท 81: Next time

"W-what are you saying!" Abi exclaimed. Her face was so red. 

"Why are you so flustered? We've already seen each other, little fruit. There's no need to be shy," he smirked playfully as he rubbed her chin. "I feel sticky as well due to your assault so I need a shower too," he continued.

He smiled at her, that oh-so-devastatingly gorgeous smirk that froze her mind.

And then, before Abi could even say anything more, the man started undressing himself. He started with his tie, loosening it up and then pulling it over his head and throwing it on the floor. Next was his shirt as his hands deftly unbuttoned it from top to bottom, slowly revealing his toned, yummy chest and then his rock hard abs. He then pulled his shirt open and as he shrugged it off, Abi saw his muscles move as they tensed during his movements. The food on the dinner table paled in comparison to the feast that was laid out before her eyes at that moment.