my voice cracking at the end when I see he’s only in a pair of boxers. Holy mother of God. I grab my book and hold it tight in my grip as I let my gaze fall down his body. He was lean before, but now? He’s huge. I let my eyes take in his powerful back, muscles upon muscles bunching as he pulls things out of his bag. His arms look different without a top on, like he could crush my skull with his bare hands. My lungs give up when he straightens and turns to me, flashing his abs, chest, that perfect V of muscle and happy trail. Dark tattoos litter his tanned skin – ones he didn’t have before that
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