His toned chest was likened to that of an athlete, the water trailing down his sculpted form. I imagined my hands brushing over his torso, trailing down his sculpted chest.
Suddenly, I seemed to forget how to breathe.
Goodness, he’s beautiful! I gasped between breaths, biting my lower lip unconsciously.
“Mira!” he snapped his fingers in her face, voice sharp and weighty.
I blinked hard, caught red-handed in my daze. “Yes!” I replied quickly, my voice soft barely a whisper.
He paused, his jaw tightened. He held a breath and closed his eyes, groaning inside. I held my breath as I watched him, trying to bade away the thoughts that had consumed my mind. I saw the way his well built flesh responded to me, responded to my eyes—but now wasn’t the time.
He walked away from me. I was glad he
