Peeling off my shirt, I wandered to the bathroom and stood in the open doorway. I leaned against the wall while I took a moment to drink in the sight of Gray in the shower. Water ran in rivulets over his toned body, curving around taut muscles and tracing the contours of his tall frame. Dark hair fell in streams over the back of his neck while water clung to his long lashes. The corners of his honey-chocolate eyes crinkled as he belted out the lyrics. The man had three tattoos: one of my name scrawled over his heart, the word fear under a line across the inside of his left wrist, and one of a
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