Ivonne’s POV

Like a moth to a fire I traced it down the stairs and lastly to the kitchen door which was obvious. I remained on the doorframe and contemplated if to enter when a shirtless figure showed up and clouded my vision.

For some reason the lines and ridges of his abs seemed familiar and my index finger reached out to touch as my brown eyes moved upwards to meet his smirking expression.

A dark image from the night of my drunken rendezvous flashed through my mind for a reason unknown to ...