Camille's POV I forgot how to breathe when Adrien stepped out wearing nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips.Water glistened on his bare chest, droplets tracking down defined muscles I had no business noticing. His dark hair was wet, pushed back from his face, making his bone structure even sharper and more devastating. His skin was still damp, catching the morning light in a way that made my mouth go dry.I'd seen him in his white coat. But this. This was something else entirely.This was the man beneath all those professional layers. Raw and utterly, devastatingly masculine."Noe!" His voice carried that edge of parental exasperation. "How many times do I have to tell you not to play with the light switches in my bathroom? If you spoil them again, I will...."He stopped mid-sentence.We locked eyes.For three seconds, neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke. Then reality crashed back in."I'm sorry!" The words burst out of me in a rush. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be
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