“Ahh…” I knocked on his robust chest and it hurt my forehead like a clash with a solid rock. His black Armani exchange t-shirt scented red martini blended with sweet smoky Marlboro.
How can I forget Marlboro? Last evening when he kissed me, my few breaths after the kiss smelled the same.
I stroked my head with my fingers and looked into his ocean eyes. Maybe I can see yesterday's Eric, who stayed with me till midnight, who worked harder than me on my assignment. Without him it was impossible. But his view was different.
My eyes fixed on his venomous glare. His hands clutched onto my wrist tightly, refusing to loosen the grip.
“Eric, You...” I looked around and realized I could not speak about last evening because he was with his brothers and perhaps they would not like him helping me.
