#Chapter 87: After Dark

Ava The fading sunlight caught the vibrant green in Chris’s eyes as he gently laid me down on the bed, the sound of the nighttime crickets filling the quiet of the space. Outside, the world was going to sleep; but, like the crickets and other nocturnal creatures, Chris and I were only just getting started. I propped myself up on one elbow and watched as he crossed over to the freshly-fixed window and began to close the blinds. The hard planes of his muscles bulged beneath his white t-shirt, which was made sheer by the sunset so that I could see everything underneath. “What?” he teased, catching my eye when he noticed me staring. “Something on my face?” I shook my head and chuckled. “I’m not allowed to look?” “I never said that.” Chris’s voice was husky, his steps slow as he meandered back to the end of the bed. He carefully grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, tousling his hair along the way. A moment later, he stood shirtless