I reached down, fingers curling around the hem of my shirt. Slowly, deliberately, I lifted it over my head. The fabric slid away, revealing what lay beneath.
Ava's breath hitched—a sharp, audible gasp.
My body wasn't just toned—it was a masterpiece of carved stone and liquid shadow. Shoulders broad, chiseled like cliffs, muscle ridges cutting sharp lines beneath skin that glowed like polished bronze in the dim light. My chest was a landscape of sculpted planes, the definition so deep it cast shadows even in the soft glow.
My abs weren't just defined—they were cobblestones, each ridge a testament to power, tapering down to the sharp V-lines that disappeared into my waistband.
No imperfections.
Just perfection. Divine. Unearthly.
Ava stared, mesmerized. Her lips parted, a soft, almost reverent sigh escaping. Her eyes darkened—no longer just curious, but worshipful. Her fingers lifted, trembling slightly, as she reached out to touch me.
