Chapter Nineteen
Serena
I watched, my breath in my throat, as Jed crossed to his workbench. He placed his water bottle down then, with his eyes on mine, placed his fingers at the hem of his shirt and began to lift.
Tanned, flat, hard stomach was followed by a very nice chest with a smattering of dark hair, and finally those shoulders I’d felt beneath my palms.
The man was a work of art all on his own. If I placed him in my gallery, I’d have women coming from miles to throw their money at me … that’s how good he looked.
My gaze trailed over his taut, dark skin, memorizing every inch until I reached his knowing grin. Not trusting my voice, I picked up my sketch book and began to draw once more. Once my eyes were diverted, I felt Jed move and peeked up to see him getting back to work.
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