Chapter 29. Affected

Ayana’s POV

My! I had to take a dry swallow! As I take in more of this criterion of beauty, my mouth is a desert, dry of any drop of liquid, and weirdly but justifiably, so barren of words to expound the chills that this red-hot dude is bleeding. But down there, I might need to change my pants after this ogling him some.

Since I don’t appreciate how I am reacting to a mere photo, I give the guy the thumbs up. He has it all. Divine beauty, god! Well-refined guy, straightly crafted by the magical hands of God on an early serene morning. Not even birds were chirping when this one was being created. God had probably held everything still to avoid any destruction when he was crafting this angel. He is a fine-wine package that would make every straight female swoon over and, even worse, lose their heads over.

It is not just his looks that make him stand out, you see. This guy has had top-notch swagger for days; his stand like he owns the world in general. I presum