Laura's POV:
Shock zinged through my body as I took in the scene in front of me. My eyes kept shifting between him and the gigantic tree trunk mounted over his shoulder. Neither a bead of sweat nor a sign of panting. He was clearly annoyed by my presence and when I asked him how in the realm of reality was it possible, he threw a pathetic excuse of workout at me.
I was still recovering from the chaotic shock when he pointed his index finger toward the muscles packed on his frame. My eyes roamed over his wheat complexion and hungrily took in his chiseled chest protruding out with muscles and his abdomen carved with sexy abs. My finger itched to poke his muscles just to find out how hard they were. His arms were covered with thick veins that were every girl's wet dream. This man, gosh, he
