The scent of dark roast coffee pulled Nora from the haze of sleep. She padded out of the guest room barefoot, wearing nothing but a loose tank top and boyshorts. It was summer, and the heat in the city apartment made her skin glisten. The hardwood floor was cool beneath her toes, and the sun filtered through the blinds in soft golden stripes.
She hadn’t even rubbed the sleep from her eyes when she turned the corner and stopped dead.
Adrian stood in the kitchen, shirtless.
And not just shirtless—gloriously shirtless. Muscles defined and lightly scarred, abs tensing as he reached for a mug from the top shelf, the curve of his back drawing her eyes like a magnet. He wore only gray sweatpants, riding low on his hips. His hair was still damp from a recent shower, curling slightly at the nape
