Eden’s Point of View

I stepped into the living room, clutching the wine bottle in my left hand, my eyes quickly flickered towards Theron who was seated on the couch—I didn’t even think he would be awake, this is just barely past 7A.M in the morning. He was dressed in loose pants and sleeveless tank top. My eyes skidded towards his heavy biceps, and down to his fore arms that were beautifully adorned and webbed with thick veins.

I felt my heart tightened inside my chest because ...