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Amara walked into the sitting room with her crutches in hand. The doctor had said she should rest for two days before applying any pressure on her legs, and even if she didn’t like it, Kevin had been the one to drive her to and fro.
Not like she graced him with any sort of conversation. She’d nearly jumped out of the car after he’d stopped in front of the house.
“Are you badly hurt?” The voice made her flinch, and she turned to see a silhouette of Leo, sitting in the dark.
She found the switch and turned the light on—and almost regretted her actions.
He was on the sofa, bare-chested, legs crossed in only shorts. His muscles…every freaking detail of his body angled and carved in a perfect way. Was it her, or was he getting buffer? But the view before her? My, my, my.
“Go on, Amara,
