Theodore was shirtless.
Oh Right. He had told her last night he didn't like sleeping in shirts. But hearing it and seeing it were two very different things. Well the thing is, she actually saw him shirtless last night, but the room was dark at that time. His back muscles shifted effortlessly as he flipped something in a pan, and the movement alone made her heart skip so violently she almost felt dizzy again.
His white hair was tied back in a small messy bun, exposing his undercut. Fuck…that shit..gon be sexy as hell.
Her traitorous eyes slid down and drank him in before she could stop herself. The curve of his shoulders, the relaxed strength in his arms, the line running down the center of his spine, and fuck…the sharp V line of his waist that disappeared into his pant. Athena almost cursed at the disappointment.
And then, her eyes racked back up. Only to collide straight with his eyes.
Shit.
He had caught her staring. Not just staring…devouring. Like he was a whole damn meal.
