"Oh, hey Elize. Back already?" The low voice smirked, suddenly sounding sultry and pleased. "Miss me that much?" he almost purred.
Her chest tightened at the sound of her name escaping through his velvet lips. It passed with a hint of a Middle Eastern accent she barely recognized. She shyly traced her eyes up his body, taking notice of his rock hard abs and how narrow his waist was. When her eyes finally reached his face, the first thing she noticed was a devilish smirk on luscious, deep red lips. His mouth was framed by a meticulously groomed mustache and goatee which connected with his hairline. All of it was in the deepest shade of night. When her trailing gaze name its way to his eyes, she found them sunken beneath thick brows, as deep as his Atlantic voice.
The desert kissed man sprawled over the railing, giving the blushed girl a loaded wink. "Like what you see?" They were such small passes, but it was enough to send a rush of butterflies throughout her chest.
Suddenly, arms wrapped protectively over her and she was pressed against--you guessed it--yet another naked body.
"You leave Lizzy alone, street cat! She is still pure, and needs none of your sexual innuendos!"
Elizabetha gulped at such valiant words before daring to look up at the do-gooder.
But, as history tends to repeat itself, her eyes instead floated down to the male genitalia that were only centimeters away from her own trembling skin.
A shiver ran up her spine and she felt her body freeze, keeping a blossoming scream stuck in her throat. Sure, she had taken baths with her younger brother back before they were in Pre-School, but these looked completely different than what she had remembered!
"Lizzy, are you alright? You look pale!" It was the valiant voice again. She finally broke her stare and looked up to a handsome, sculpted face twisted with concern. It was a porcelain skinned super model from Ancient Japan. His bamboo leaf eyes roamed deep within her irises, as if searching for something in her soul.
Another shiver of nostalgia rippled through the terrified girl before deciding she had enough. A shot of adrenaline finally kicked in, allowing Elizabetha some energy to finally fight back. She gave the nude model a rough shove, startling him.
"Wh-who are you people?!" she hollered before dashing for her phone in the living room. The three watched her go, their expressions stunned as if they were just struck by lightning.
As she reached for the house phone, her body froze at the sight of a young blond man sitting atop Lola's heap of newspaper.
A completely nude, blond man.
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