Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Three : Naked
All Veronica could see was … herself. Naked. Beside the bed. And Bruno , with his hand at the wall, just a couple steps away. She looked over at him curiously.
He motioned to the bed, then peeled off his black T-shirt. The muscles rippling underneath would’ve knocked her off her feet even if she hadn’t been trying to sit, so Veronica didn’t fight it. It was dangerous to her heart how good he looked. He stepped closer as she braced herself to at least keep sitting upright, and as he neared, she realized his upper body bore several scars. The scars didn’t seem to match, indicating they’d come from more than one incident, and none seemed recent enough to still be sore. Somehow, irrationally, the combination only made him appear stronger.
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