She lifted her sleep mask and squinted at the AC panel and her eye twitched.
Eighty-six degrees. That's not a room temperature, that's a threat.
She glanced sideways at the man beside her.
"COUGH cough cough COUGH!" Isla's irritation snapped instantly into pure panic when she caught sight of a very toned, very bare chest.
He TOOK HIS SHIRT OFF.
"Are you INSANE?!" Isla nearly vaulted off the mattress, every hair on her body standing straight up.
She spun away, curling into a tight ball, eyes screwed shut, trying to erase the image.
Not that it worked. All she could think about was that lean, cut, distractingly toned frame.
"How do you just casually decide to sleep SHIRTLESS?!" Isla managed, once her heart rate came down enough to actually complain.
She stayed curled up, face flamin
