Callian

I sadly dont own lie to me или the characters. <3


The ride Главная was silent exept for their heavy breaths. She carried their coats and he carried the food.

"Sorry but I have to change...you'll have to be soaking wet on your own." Cal сказал(-а) to Gillian referring to her not having any clothes other than her soaking wet work ones. Which were clinging to her wet body making him look at her longer and him want her and his pupils dialate.

"I'm always prepared." She сказал(-а) while pulling out a pair of jeans and a form-fitting,v-neck t-shirt of her purse.

"No wonder those things are huge...come on the bathroom's...

He had practiced what he was going to say for hours. He had barely gotten any sleep last night he was so nervous. Now he was walking down the hallway to her office. He was nervous and his сердце was beating so fast he was afraid he would have a stroke. Almost there. Cal stood outside of Foster’s office, wringing his hands. He went over his speech once еще and stepped inside her office.
    The first thing Cal saw was the back of Foster’s head. Her straight brown-golden hair fell to her shoulders, and Cal instantly forgot everything. He was in a trance of her beauty,...