Cain's POV 

  Running my fingers through my damp hair, I couldn't care less if my hair was all over the place as I leaned into my 'crowbait' which happened to be my retro swivel chair, like Marvin always called it, my gaze glued to the door.

  Every movement Marvin did as he twisted the door open, I watched on with a ticking heartbeat until her familiar, lithe figure appeared right in front of my eyes like a too-good-to be -true dream.

  Blame!

  Marvin was too slow.

  With the way my dick hardened as our eyes locked, especially when her pretty low-bridged nose flared up, it made me want to sprint...