Clad
Can a human change in a span of days? Hours? I doubt that. And my atheist ass sure knows its way around the capabilities of humans. Courtesy of my manipulative father, I got a full 101 on human behavior, human psychology, and voila—the brain itself. I know it, inside and out.
But Harley... she's a different species. One the human race hasn't discovered yet. Standing there, wrapped in nothing but a towel clinging tightly to her petite body, she's driving me insane. I don't know whether to be angry at her utter cluelessness or to simply bask in the sinful sight before me. My brain, that treacherous bastard, is already painting her into a masterpiece—her glistening skin, those soft-looking shoulders tinged with red from the heat of the shower.
She makes me want to burn down every rule I've ever lived by.
