Chapter Forty Four
The sight of a completely shirtless Khalid standing inside my small kitchen almost made my brain completely forget how incredibly exhausting, stressful, and tiring my entire day had been.
He was standing right at the stove with his back turned completely to me, his broad, massive shoulders flexing and moving beautifully as he slowly stirred a bubbling pot of red pasta sauce. The man was a literal walking temptation, a perfect picture of pure male beauty. Every single muscle in his back and arms was deeply defined, sculpted from years and years of intense, professional hockey training. He had powerful trap muscles near his neck, thick deltoids on his shoulders, and a beautiful, tapering V-shape back that disappeared perfectly into the low waistband of his loose gray sw
