Juliette's Point of ViewMy heart slammed against my ribs.Lucian stood before me, completely naked, and I couldn't look away.Water droplets from the shift still clung to his skin. His chest was broad, sculpted like he'd been chiseled from stone. Shoulders wide enough to block out the sun. Arms corded with muscle, veins running down his forearms. His abdomen was a ridged plane of hard lines, each muscle defined and tight. A trail of dark hair ran down from his navel, disappearing below his—I snapped my eyes up to his face.Too late. He'd caught me looking.That smirk widened.Yuno scrambled out of the car, carrying a bundle of clothes. He kept his eyes firmly on the ground as he handed them to his Alpha."Thank you," Lucian said calmly, like standing naked on a roadside was perfectly normal.He dressed without hurry. Pants first. Then a shirt that stretched across his chest in ways that should be illegal. Every movement was fluid. Confident. Like he knew exactly what he looked like
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