Nia’s Pov
His fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one with deliberate slowness. Each pop of a button revealed more of his skin, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.
My breath caught in my throat as the fabric parted, showing the hard lines of his chest first firm pecs that rose and fell with his steady breaths. Then lower, as he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms until it pooled on the floor.
Gosh, his body was incredible. Those strong abs caught the soft light from the lamp, every ridge defined and tight, like they were carved from stone. A light trail of dark hair ran down the center, dipping into the waistband of his trouser, and his shoulders were broad, muscles flexing as he tossed the shirt aside.
Heat rushed through me,
