As i push the door of Seth’s room open, I’m met with the most handsome smirk I’ve ever seen him pull. His ashy hair is a mess, a hot mess, his white shirt is half buttoned by the time I enter and his Pants are still not zipped up and secured on his hips. I get another glimpse of his tattoos and I also get to see the clean bandages around his chest. Despite the warmth that spreads over my body and the way it tugs at my senses, the way it ignites my need for him, my eyes narrow and I step inside, crossing my arms on my chest.
“Where are you going?” I ask sharply, and despite the amusement in his eyes and the rather childish look he’s giving me, he speaks calmly.
“We’re going to the chapel.” he tells me as If it was obvious.
Chapel? The word rings strangely in my ears when spoken by him.
