Tori’s POV
The words died in my throat as I looked at his shirtless chest, wondering just how he had taken his shirt off so fast.
Those abs — perfectly sculpted, as though they belonged to Adonis. I could almost feel how rock-hard they would be, the temptation of running my hands along the lines of his veins proving too strong to resist.
My gaze traced upward — from his sculpted abs, to his beautiful neck, then to his chiseled jaw, and finally his face. That face was now set in a scowl as he looked at me.
“Looking for something, or did you just want to stare?” he asked.
My mouth suddenly felt dry as I cleared my throat. I hated this feeling — the way he made me feel like a teenage girl giggling at her first crush.
“No, I’m sorry... I, um... I wanted to... I wanted to ask if you were
