Emma's POV
He looks down at his body like he's trying to confirm what I just said. I covered my eyes with my palms, but I could still peep between my fingers. My eyes trail from his well-toned chest down to his defined abs. I continued looking downwards, my eyes almost met with his…
“I am wearing clothes,” he replies, cutting my view short. I quickly looked away, afraid he might have caught me staring.
“No, you are not. You are only wearing briefs,” I mutter. Does the brief count as close to him?
“So?” he asks nonchalantly.
“So, your chest and legs are still on full display,” I mumble.
“Tell me, Emma, does this affect you?” he asks, pointing towards himself. It does. Everything is really affecting me. Why does he have to be so handsome and sexy at the same time? So unfair to my poor
