Tori's POV
I had seen him shirtless before, so somehow I thought I would be prepared to see him shirtless again, but nothing could prepare me for this.
I stared at him for what felt like hours, looking at his perfectly sculpted muscles, the water dripping down them slowly, his hair still wet from his trip to the shower as he dried it with a towel.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I would be forced to kick you out of the room. Perhaps you would sleep at the bar or something,” he said.
I swallowed heavily, my throat drying up as I looked away. What was wrong with me? He was just a man with a perfectly sculpted body. I had seen enough in my life.
I did not have to become so attached to looking at it. Even though it was a struggle, I managed to pull my eyes away from his body, choosi
