He was standing in his boxers, looking in the closet, his eyes shifted from his shirts, to her body, watching her. She was lovely, much like Elena. But he wouldn't make the mistake of bonding with her. He wouldn't..
He wouldn't be always nice anymore either, she'd never forgive him, so why bother? But for now, for tonight, he could be nice. But that was all he could be. UGH!
He moved deeper in his closet and stripped off his boxers, pulling on a new pair of tight ones, and then grabbed his black slacks, pulling them on as he found the perfect purple shirt to match.