Melissa was stunned. She had to admit that this man was indeed handsome, even more, charming than the Greek God. His body was lean and muscular. How could a man have such chiseled bodies? Is he on steroids? She started to imagine moaning under him, …what? Stop!
"Have you seen enough?" Murray asked when Melissa stared at him like a hungry wolf.
His words brought her mind back. Melissa jumped out of his cuddle. Still a little breathless, she flushed. "How can you walk without any noise? Put on your clothes."
Buttoning up, Murray scoffed at Melissa. "I think you bumped into me, injuring my jaw."
It was clearly Melissa who had bumped into him, yet Melissa complained about him in reverse.
"I'm going to take a shower." Melissa was flustered. She took the clothes and walked to the bathroom.
Melissa thought, What is Murray doing? I am still here. How could he only wear a robe?