˙ VALKYRIE

His words had sent jolts down my spine. My hair stood at alert. Going to his room wasn't on the day's list. The last time I was there, it was never good. Or maybe it was.

I berated myself instantly for even thinking that. 

As I followed his lead to his room, my eyes couldn't keep away from his body moving with manly grandeur, like an immortal carved out of one of those ancient books.

He was shirtless, as if on purpose. Downstairs, his chest had pressed into me, his body ...