Chapter Sixty-six
Thalina
Maverick took a couple of steps backward, his gaze never leaving mine as he reached for the shawl that had fallen to the ground. Without uttering a word, he spread it out, smoothing the fabric over the neatly laid grass.
Then, still holding my stare, he began to unbutton his shirt. Slowly. Deliberately. Taunting.
My breath caught in my throat as each button came undone, revealing inch by inch of his sculpted chest, the ridges of muscle flexing beneath his skin. And when he finally shrugged the shirt off and let it fall, I gasped.
Had he somehow grown even bigger in the days since I last saw him like this? Was that even possible? His arms, his chest—every part of him looked impossibly defined, carved like a god.
Had he spent the past few days we weren’t speaking at the gym just to torment me like this?
I barely had time to recover from that before he moved again, his fingers finding his fly. The sound of the zipper sent a shiver through me, ant
