JUDE
I am finishing up the last setup when I hear the doorbell.
I look up at the clock and see that it's right on time; 9 pm sharp. Smoothing my pants and then pushing my back, I walk over to the door and pause for a second, taking a deep breath and exhaling before I open the door.
"Miko," I breathe out, eyes going wide when they fall on the man on the other side of the door. "Wow, you look …" I blink, taking all of him, but still not getting enough.
Miko is dressed in black pant suits, a shirt that appears to be gliding on his body, a black dress shirt open at the first three buttons, showcasing his chest, tattoos, and his hair is in soft coils, framing his face.
He is the wet dream.
Those red lips, those eyes that seem to glitter from the soft, glowing light inside the apartment, make his face shimmer, and I take a step back, opening the door wider.
"Please come in," I say, before we stand in more awkwardly by the door.
