"Jesus!" Indianna gasped, spinning around and covering her eyes. "Put some clothes on!"
"But, Indie," Greyson said, stepping closer from behind her, his breath brushing her ear. "I just love feeling free," he smirked, leaning in to kiss her neck. "Sure you don’t want a peek?"
Indianna snapped back to reality before the sparks could take over and shoved him with her shoulder. "Put some bloody clothes on."
Greyson laughed and walked off, only to reappear seconds later wearing shorts. Indianna couldn’t help but sneak a peek at his abs. He had a clear eight-pack, and his muscular chest was covered in tattoos. She noticed his hair now—without the quiff, it was long and messy, strands falling into his eyes.
"Take a picture, sugar, it’ll last longer," Greyson teased.
"I wasn’t looking," Indi
