Obliterated Beginnings

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Hi.

This chapter is dedicated to @abosedemaryrosel and @gracias_05_ for not so subtly reminding me that more than two weeks has passed since I last updated 😂🤍

EVA

Vaughn caught me before I could hit the floor— although I could tell he would have preferred the latter—throwing me to the side and away from him with an annoyed grunt.

I righted myself before I could make contact with the floor. Again.

These guys treated me as though I was a rag doll.

Henri walked in from an adjoining room just then. Their room was bigger than ours, very much so, in fact, that I knew that it had to be a suite. At first, he didn't seem to notice I was there, but then he did a double take and he froze.

"Ah, the owner shows. " He drawled lazily.

I wasn't surprised that Axel had discussed the incident with them. They were his close friends after all and they shared the same room. They were definitely going to ask.

"Go on, then. " He prompted, cocking his head in the direction of the room he just exited. "We'll be waiting for you to tell us what you had to do to get your phone back. "

It was the light amusement in his voice that stopped me from panicking—and also the fact that I knew Axel would never ask anything of me in exchange for my phone. He would never take advantage of me.

The realization made my breath catch and had me turning around and without a word to the guys in the room, making my way to the person I was here for. The one I was supposed to be staying away from.

He lay slanted on the bed, half under the covers and half on top. As far as I could see, he wasn't wearing a shirt.

Eyes above his head, Eva. Eyes above—

He got up from the bed in one swift motion, the duvet sliding from his body like a caress, slowly, like it, too, was reluctant to leave him. He finally realized someone was in the room with him at the exact same moment I realized that he wasn't wearing sweatpants like I expected—which made me wonder why I had been expecting him to wear them in the first place.

All he had on were briefs.

He screamed. Actually let out a feminine high pitch scream and I was torn between laughing and being embarrassed for him. The latter won out and I turned around with my eyes pressed close because I couldn't get the sight out of my head.

Wide, muscled shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist. His strong chest and well defined abs, all results of his regular work out and exercising. His golden skin, smooth and unmarred like that of a statue. A statue made flesh.

"How the fuck did you get in? "

"Through the door. " I attempted a snarky response. Breaths came easier now that my heart was starting to calm.

A muttered curse. Then, "I wasn't expecting you. "

"Yes, you were. "

"I wasn't. I didn't think—fuck. "  he cursed again. "Turn around. "

I did. He was still in his briefs.