Chapter 9

Walking downstairs slowly, I turn to face the kitchen—my body freezes. Jackson is standing there with just jogging bottoms on, mopping the kitchen floor. Standing here, ogling his body, I find myself just gazing at him in amazement. The sides have clearly been cleaned, as they look wet. Wow, it is hard not to stare at him.

“Are you enjoying staring at me?” His voice quiet, my body jumps from the shock. How does he know? He's facing the other way. “I can see your reflection in the window.” Can he read minds? He keeps answering my silent questions, or maybe my mind is just that predictable he can guess what I am thinking?

“Ah, I was just admiring your tattoos. I was too intoxicated to notice them before.” I hadn't noticed them. Sure, I knew he had tattoos but never took them in thoroughly.

“Too intoxicated? Are you sure you weren't just too mesmerised by my hot body to notice?” He is teasing and slightly big-headed, to be honest. He glances at me quick