(Tara’s POV)
“Tara, you’re...you’re early,” He stammers, his face turning pale like he stops breathing for a few seconds.
I was sure my face was red. I could feel the heat creeping through my skin as I saw Blake wearing nothing except the lightweight towel hugging his hips. Like him, I stopped breathing. His hair is still dripping wet, looking like a model of expensive male perfume. I swallowed hard as my eyes feasted on his well-developed physique. How could heaven give this man a perfect body? This is one of those moments that I would want to open Google to look for a better word to describe him at this moment. Hunk? Sexy? A very sexually attractive man.
“Hi!” I said, staring at the ceiling and pressing my lips. If I look down, my eyes would again wander from his face down to his hips, and I would imagine thousands of things that I shouldn’t be thinking.
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