#Chapter10

Sleepless-02

He stops abruptly, so I halt to stop to avoid bumping into him.

“Call me Mr. Hughes again—”

“Or what?” I cut him off.

“Trinity,” he warns.

“You didn’t answer me.”

“Bash,” he responds.

“What?”

“You didn’t answer me, Bash,” Rephrasing, I emphasize his name. I pout and follow him to his copper colored-wall kitchen. “Why didn’t you go to work?” I ask while he’s busy filling up the coffee machine.

He has a perfect and muscular athletic body. He was physically fit before he left, but now he looks more mature, muscle-ripped, and hotter that every woman daydreams of taking him into their beds.

Shitty brain!

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