I had never seen a body like his. His freaking muscles had muscles. His body was a work of art, deep bronze skin marked with wicked-looking scars that depicted the warrior’s life he’d led. Intricate tattoos were painted beautifully on his skin, each with that Viking heritage to them, though my limited knowledge left me oblivious to their individual meanings. I itched to ask him about them, but I’d abruptly lost the ability to form words.
