You were just about to drift off to sleep when a loud noise echoed from downstairs.

Your heart skipped. How? You’re supposed to be alone tonight.

Carefully, you tiptoe down the stairs, your breath shallow, pulse racing.

That’s when you see him, masked, rummaging through your stuff, pocketing your jewelry and gadgets. A damn robber.

Eyes darting, you grab the nearest thing you can, a wooden broom. And with one swift move, whack—you knock him out cold.

Your hands tremble as you quickly tie him up. Then curiosity gets the better of you. You pull off his mask…

Holy hell.

That face shouldn’t belong to a criminal. Soft lashes, kissable lips, angelic even in unconsciousness.

Still suspicious, you run your hands across his body, checking if he’d hidden anything else. You slowly unbutton his polo, your fingers brushing against warm skin...

Then his eyes snap open.

He glances down at his half-open shirt, then up at you.

His lips curl into a smug smirk. “Mhmm… I thought you hit me ‘cause you were scared,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing.

“But here you are… undressing me.” His eyes glint as he leans in slightly. “Did I excite you that much, darling?”