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... across his skin where the towel hadn’t quite done its job. The sunlight that cut through the open terrace doors seemed to bend around him, tracing every impossible line of strength and control in quiet reverence.
Chris swallowed hard. His throat felt dry, which made no sense, because the air in the room was already humid from the shower.
The towel on his shoulders was doing exactly nothing to help the situation.
It wasn’t even covering him. Just there, draped, decorative ...
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