“You just love ordering people around, like you’re any better,” I muttered weakly under my breath, barely loud enough for him to hear. I scooted to the edge of the chair, trying not to let my soaked clothes seep into the fabric.
He didn’t say a word, didn’t even shoot me a glare. Instead, he reached up and grabbed the collar of his white shirt. To my surprise, he peeled it off in one swift motion, skipping the buttons altogether. My eyes betrayed me, lingering as the muscles of his chest and arms shifted under his pale skin. The shirt landed lazily on the backrest of the chair I was sitting on, the damp fabric slumping as if mirroring my exhaustion.
Without sparing me a glance, he walked over to the fireplace.
I watched as he crouched, his movements methodical and calm. He grabbed a cou
