The moment I open the door to the guy's apartment, I freeze in the doorway, hand stuck on the doorknob.
The image in front of me will forever be burned in my head. An definitely not in a bad way.
So. Much. Muscle.
Blood rush to my cheeks, and my fingers curl around the knob.
The coffee table was pushed away so there was a decent amount of space in the living room. Castien laid on the hard floor, shirtless and doing sit ups. His arms are crossed as an x against his chest. His face drips with sweat, and his dark eyes are narrowed in strain as he exercises. Every inch of him flexes with his movement, making me press my thighs together.
My face feels hot, no doubt their flushed red. I take in his chiseled lower abdomen, the sharp vline prominent as his basketball shorts ride low.
Fina
