The Lovers - 13. Hugh

"Hugh?" I took off my jacket and shook his body.

"Are you drunk? this is my bed."

"What? oh, you're back...sorry, I must've fallen asleep. I was waiting for you."

He looked a bit groggy but sit back to the headboard. He was wearing nothing but his faded jeans, I cursed on the inside for being affected by his handsome features already.

"So, where did you go?" he asked yawning and stretching his arms up showing me his sexy contoured body.

"Work stuff." I shrugged trying to appear not affected by his manly aura.

"I wanted to talk to you. But maybe we could do it tomorrow, you should rest it's late.

He stands up about to walk out on me but stopped when he was in front of me. My eyes darted to his jeans that hung dangerously low showing off his sexy trails. My heart was drumming faster when he was standing inches from me and he was caressing my jaw with his thumb.

"I've missed you." He confessed as he kept looking into my eyes and then to my lips.