It’s one thing to guess what he’d look like underneath; it’s a whole other thing to come face-to-face with Damon’s naked chest. The world seems to tilt on its side as I take in the seemingly endless rows of abdominal muscles. My mouth waters, and I teeter on my feet a little, only for him to reach out and brace me. Embarrassment rises in my throat. “Sorry.” He shakes his head. “It’s okay. You can look.”
