Penelope

A sigh flew out of my lips as I withdrew my hand from the door and turned around to face him.

I found myself staring at him forgetting my annoyance that second. Tyrell was wearing a white t-shirt that clung to every part of his muscular body almost as if the shirt was too small for him. His hair fell on his shoulders and he looked so breathtakingly handsome that I almost forgot to breathe for a second until his voice filled the room.

"Could you stop staring at me like that? And why ...