Emily’s POV.
My cheeks burned as I realized I’d just been caught ogling him. This shouldn’t be happening, I should still be mad at him for coming home with someone else’s scent on him.
But Moon Goddess, how could one man be so devastatingly perfect? Those broad, powerful shoulders, the enticing dusting of hair across his sculpted chest, and the ridges of his abdomen, carved like the finest stone. And then, lower still, the weight of his masculinity—bold and imposing, a silent promise of strength. It was almost too much to take in, leaving me breathless and dazed.
“I-I,” the words caught in my throat and refused to form.
“What?” he asked, a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“I’m still angry at you,” I finally said and looked away. His laughter reverberated throughout t
