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Abigail stood frozen in place, her mouth hanging open in surprise, the doughnuts still poised at an attractive angle towards the stranger. A momentary irrational fear that if she moved, his towel might fall to the ground crossed her mind.
Without thinking, she looked the nearly n***d body of the man in front of her up and down, taking in his wide shoulders, the muscles in them flexing as he rubbed his hair dry. He had a pleasingly muscular frame, not too pumped up like a body builder, but well formed and naturally masculine. A patch of dark chest hair, still damp from his shower, narrowed at the top of his abs, turning into a dark line that crept all the way down to his belly button and below, disappearing under the towel.
"What?" He said again, annoyance in his tone.
The stranger dr
