When Harper wandered back into her room to eat lunch, Saint was already waiting for her by the door.
Harper couldn't peel her eyes off him. Large arms were parked over his mighty chest, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up. The muscles in Saint's arms were huge and exposed. Harper wanted to touch them, maybe even lick them if Saint would allow it.
Harper realized she sounded crazy, but...
Saint looked like s*x-on-a-stick if you ignored the hair on his face. But it frightened Harper how he lacked respect for her personal space. Saint behaved like a giant cat that got straight in her face.
"H-hello... "Harper nervously said.
"What is that smell?" Saint questioned.
"W-what do you mean?" Harper asked.
She tried to keep eye contact with Saint, but her curious gaze had a mind of its own
