Ivonne's POV
Like a moth to a fire I traced it down the stairs and lastly to the kitchen door which was obvious. I remained on the doorframe and contemplated if to enter when a shirtless figure showed up and clouded my vision.
For some reason the lines and ridges of his abs seemed familiar and my index finger reached out to touch as my brown eyes moved upwards to meet his smirking expression.
A dark image from the night of my drunken rendezvous flashed through my mind for a reason unknown to me. It was too vivid and clear to ignore and I strived to search my subconscious for an answer but that was all it permitted to give me in that second.
"You can run your tongue on it like you did last time," his hot breath fanned my face and a question popped into my gaze as it was directed at him.
"What?" I implored, trying to gauge if I heard him correctly.