He pointed toward one of the kitchen. “Second shelf in the kitchen cabinets.”
I practically ran out to get it. Not wasting a second more.
When I came back, Adrian was seated by the dining table—shirtless. Completely shirtless.
I froze for half a second.
God.
His broad chest, toned abs, the sharp lines of muscle under warm skin, it was unfair how attractive one person could be. His hair was slightly disheveled from the evening, falling messily over his forehead and somehow making him look even better, even hotter.
I felt my face heat up despite the slight chill in the air. A discomforting feeling settling low in my chest.
He was turned slightly, trying to glance over his shoulder, probably checking for injuries on his back, not noticing me standing there staring like I had forgotten
