Bright, blinding light blazed out from the opening and cut into the duskiness where I stood chained to the spot. Or maybe I was just dumbstruck by the sight. Ryder had been on his way out, and he halted in the doorway, standing there in only a pair of gray sweatpants, black hair wild and his chest bare. So tall and imposing and perfect that the breath fled from my lungs. It left my chest feeling empty and achy. There was nothing I could do. My eyes roved. Drinking in every inch of him. It wasn’t like I’d never seen him without a shirt before. It didn’t matter. Every time it knocked me upside
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