My helpless gaze is lured to his athletic physique. My god, his tattooed forearms are thick and sturdy like logs. Those shoulders look like they could demolish a wall or a doorframe if he accidentally bumped into it. His abs look like they were hand-sculpted by the Almighty Himself. I try to formulate a sentence but—holy dick imprint!—my heart is now lodged in my throat, blocking my windpipe.

