(Johnnie)
I trudged my way back to the house awkwardly, my eyes staying glued to the floor as salt water clung to my skin, making me all sticky.
Why did Caspian do that? The moment kept replaying in my mind over and over again. How he shoved his shirt over my head, making my eyes focus on his hard chest as the image of a small tattooed butterfly was now etched into my mind..
Yeah, he had a lot of other tattoos, but that one drew me in the most. Something about it seemed so damn familiar, I just couldn't put my finger on it.
After Caspian put his shirt on me, he turned and stomped towards the house..was he mad now? I didn't ask for his shirt..
I glanced up just as he slipped into the house, his broad muscular back making my stomach twist as I chewed on the inside of my lip nervously.
