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Adrien's hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, fingers curling under the soft fabric as he smoothly pulled it up, revealing his sculpted torso inch by inch. I couldn't tear my eyes away; my breath hitched as the shirt cleared his chest, and he tossed it aside into the shadows of the room.
The moonlight and a faint glow from under the door outlined the defined ridges of his abs, every muscle honed from countless hours at the gym and on the basketball court, the kind of physique that made my mouth go dry and my stomach twist with desire.
A flush crept up my neck and across my cheeks while I stared, completely captivated, then, mortified I jerked my gaze away, fixing it on the ceiling as if it were the most captivating thing I'd ever seen.
Adrien's low chuckle rumbled through the quiet, warm and knowing, and before I could think of a response, he gently caught my wrist, guiding my hand forward until it lay flat against the warm, taut skin of his stomach.
