AMARIS’S POV
He looked like he’d just come back from a run. Mud tracks marked the floor from his running shoes, and sweat glistened on his rippling arm muscles, trickling down sculpted abs.
Tattoos sprawled messily across his chest and arms—runes and symbols scattered like an artist’s chaotic masterpiece.
His muscles were thick, his physique commanding, and for a brief moment, I could understand what girls saw in him.
Stupid mating bond.
It was bad enough that I had to live with this unpredictable attraction to these guys, but being hit in the face with rock-hard abs was not the way I’d planned to start my day.
"Don’t worry, you’re not the first to be struck speechless. It happens." The deep lull of Kade’s amused voice pulled me back to the present.
“Choke on glass,” I muttered a
