[Holy cow, President Shaw is so strong. With arms that wide, he could probably hug two Naomis.]
[Three, probably.]
[Hahaha, the person above is getting carried away!]
...
Naomi Kenway walked over with a glass of freshly drawn water. "Here, have some water."
Ethan Shaw paused his work. Tiny beads of sweat trickled down his temples, tracing a path down his face before disappearing into his chest. His lips, normally thin, were now a deep crimson.
Naomi Kenway was captivated when he glanced up. The heat had transformed his handsome, usually cool features, making them flush with a vibrant, seductive allure.
Ethan Shaw took the water and waved a hand in front of her face. His voice was a little dry and raspy from the long hours of work. "Why are you staring at me all of a sudden?"
Naomi Kenway snapped out of it and said earnestly, "I just realized how handsome you look when you're working."
