บท 101: 101) Good Boy

Edward

Vasili looked like the definition of seduction as he walked around the bedroom. I had no idea if I had the power to allow him to walk out like that. If I was struggling with just the thought of keeping my hands off him I knew other people would have too. 

"Vasili," my voice broke as he turned around and smiled at me. This was a horrible idea. 

He had put on a bit of makeup today. Black eyeliner around his eyes and just a bit of fountain to give his skin some colour. He had curled his thick hair just a bit to make it more voluminous. 

His shirt was even worse. It was a lacy black material that held onto his torso deliciously. Perfectly exposing his tattoos. He wore black skinny jeans that rode lowly on his waist exposing the tattoo he had gotten of my name just a day ago.