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‘I love you,’ he declares softly, out of nowhere He can see There’s no fooling hi forward, he encourages my backward steps until my back meets the tiles and I’m swathed in wet, hot skin ‘Tell h I’m certain of it, I don’t sound it ‘I do,’ I repeat, atte to inject some sureness into et the opportunity to taste me’

I inwardly shiver, desperate not to let nore the worried eyes that I know are currently studyinghis waves I’ for him, but now there’s determination behind my tenderness in the form of a consistentwords, and I’round for the entire ti when I proe or a flick of h ht He owns e that

I shut the shower off and step out to collect a towel, drying Miller off and wrapping it around his waist before seeing toit to refrain fro the cupboard above the sink, I pick out a can of deodorant and hold it up to hi me access to spray hi it neatly away Next, his wardrobe Claih the bedroohts

But the sight when I enter his wardrobe makes them falter and my feet skid to a stop I drop Miller’s hand and runmouth ‘You really did replace all of your suits?’ I ask in disbelief, swinging around to face hiht bit embarrassed ‘Of course,’ he says, like I’ he wouldn’t He must have spent a small fortune! ‘Which would you have me wear?’

I watch as he casts a hand around the room slowly, and my eyes follow it until I’ain ‘I don’t know,’ I aders find th of each wall, wondering what to put him in My decision is made easy when I spot a dark navy pinstriped suit I reach up to feel the material It’s so smooth Luxurious His eyes will pop even er and whirl around to face him ‘I love this one’ Because he needs to look perfect when I let hi to shake hts away

‘You should’ He approaches and relieves me of the suit ‘It’s a three-thousand-pound suit’

‘How asp, horrified ‘Three thousand pounds?’

‘Correct’ He’s coet what you pay for’

Iit over the wardrobe runner Then I fetch so them open for him to step into with one foot, and then the other

I work thesure to brush ine hi each time my touch skims him, and I definitely hear his constant quiet hitches of breath I just wantthe waist of his boxers just so I stand back and stare I shouldn’t, but Miller’s physique against the crisp white boxer shorts is inore Impossible not to appreciate Impossible to keep my hands off Impossible for anyone to keep their hands off

She won’t be tasting hi between the two horrors playing inat his ripped torso, seeing stunning, inviting flesh, but I’e There were no cut er, only the air of th to back up that deadly te to reach into ht out ‘These,’ I blurt abruptly, yanking the button open and crouching at his feet again

My anxiousI clench my eyes shut and only re-open them when I hear hi to say anything, and I’rateful

Focus Focus Focus

It sees and when I reach his waist, I leave the on his skin My heart is thru a consistent, hard beat inive soon My heart is literally breaking

‘Shirt,’ I say undermyself hat should come next ‘We need a shirt’ I reluctantly remove my hands from his body and confront the rails of expensive dress shirts I don’t bother flicking through, instead just taking down one of the dozens of bright white ones and unbuttoning it with care, being sure not to create any creases His breath kisses h He’s silent and co-operative, lettingataway the perfection of his chest, until I reach his neck His chin lifts slightly toloud and proud, before I work his cuffs, ignoringhow he’ll cope with blood on his fine threads Will there be blood?