Jules.
I don’t know what exactly possessed me to go see Ryan at that site. Maybe it was curiosity, or if I was being honest, mild insanity. But definitely not preparation for the shock that hit me the second I saw him and he turned around shirtless, drenched, sun glinting off the water sliding down those muscles like a damn fitness ad come to life.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I had seen him without a shirt before; I wasn’t blind, and we had lived under the same roof long enough for a few accidental sightings. But this time was different. Maybe it was the heat, or it was the way he looked completely at home in that world of steel, sweat, and noise, looking so powerful, capable, raw.
I could tell he wasn’t posing or showing off, just trying to get the heat off him, and somehow that made
