Sophia
The Reaper’s eyes burn with desire as he lets his gaze roam all over my naked body. Naked body. s**t! f**k! I feel my cheeks heating up as I fiddle with the cloak in a poor attempt to cover myself again. I really need to get some clothes. Honestly, at this point I’m not above roaming the dead guy’s closet and wearing something of his, though I would bet anything that I won’t find much that deviates from all white dress shirts and black or grey slacks. I’m starting to think Greyson lied, and this is actually his house.
“Be gone!” Greyson roars and immediately all that’s left of Blaze is a meow that was cut short.
I gulp. Loudly, despite my whole body heating up in anticipation and my p***y moistening.
“You keep doing that, little wolf. Taunting me. Showing me what I could have. R
