Chapter 16
Distraction
I straddled my bike when I spotted a male peering from a window high above from the middle castle tower. Was that Damián … shirtless? Holy cow! I swallowed my breath, feasting on his exquisite chest. Those well-defined abs and a tattoo of a woven knot inked on his large right bi-cep made my toes curl. I bit down on my bottom lip. The d**k was taunting me. Did he just smirk? Oh, no, he didn’t? I’ve seen that come-hither smile of his before! Why couldn’t he just let dogs lie?
Tipping my head back, I peered high above, eyeing the white clouds drifting aimlessly behind the turret, glinting from the silvery moon. “Damn! That’s awfully high.” I gauged the distance, rocking back and forth on my heels. Should I scale the wall, or should I leave? Tough decision. I bit down
