LIAM
Have I ever mentioned how gorgeous Kian is? Maybe I have. For the umpteenth time, but I can't stop myself. Kian's body looks like it has been sculpted by the Gods themselves. Board shoulders, smooth, steely muscles packed together into perfection.
Kian has fucking eight packs.
Every line and every vein is so refined that it feels unreal. A perfect veiny V disappears under his pants. The bulge in his pants is so obvious that it makes my skin burn hotter.
A smirk tilts up the corner of Kian's lips as he watches me blatantly staring at his body. "Like what you see?" His voice is low, hoarse with want, sending a series of shivers down my spine.
I don't answer his question. Instead, I say, "Turn around." My words are full of breath, and it makes Kian's eyes darken even more—if that's even possible.
