CHAPTER 20
LILLY
Colossus runs away.
Hmm. Did he follow Bruce?
A hissing sound draws my attention—and when I turn, all the serenity that I’ve gained during the yoga practice is washed away by a tsunami of hormones.
Bruce is shirtless.
And pants-less.
With beads of sweat pebbling on his rippling muscles.
For Anubis’s sake, even the dog is staring at Bruce as if saying:
He looks more masculine than a pack of boy dogs—and without so much as lifting a leg.
Bruce throws a devastating punch at the poor bag. And another.
Somehow, even the violence twisting his features is hot—so much so I feel unwanted heat pool in my core.
Grr. It’s like this man is actively trying to keep me in a state of perpetual arousal.
Gritting my teeth, I start doing the cat-cow.
Nope. Unlike every other tim
