My heart falls when my eyes adjust to the darkness, and I find him lying on top of the sheets, shirtless, with a pillow over his face. And—oh my god—that body. Long limbs corded in muscle sprawled off on the bed. Miles of smooth tattooed skin. A sprinkling of dark hair on his chest and abdomen. The outline of his shaft is visible through his gray gym shorts and it practically makes my mouth water. Really, Karli? Really? It’s clear that the man is in serious pain, yet here I am, objectifying him.
