Christina's pov
I missed my chance to leave before he noticed me. I couldn't look away. The brief flash of light showed scars on his bare back—not many, but enough to spark my interest.
The dim yellow light let me see him. His hair looked wet as if he'd just showered. The soft glow highlighted his muscles as he bent to grab something from the table.
I'd never seen him so at ease and open, so unguarded. Maybe this rare sight kept me stuck in place.
I blinked and shook my head a bit. I needed to go before he turned and spotted me. As I started to move, his voice stopped me.
"Are you going to stand there all night or come in?"
I gasped, my stomach flipping. He knew I was here, but how? He hadn't even looked back.
With caution, I entered the room wishing I had on something other than th
