Amelia’s POV
I was standing in the hallway as Damien returned inside. As angry as I was, I still found him sexy as all hell, the sweat cooling on his sun-kissed skin. I didn’t know where his shirt was, but he still hadn’t found it. This was fine with me, as my eyes caressed the hard muscled planes of his chest.
Under my gaze, he flexed a little, tightening those muscles, making the ridges of his pecks and abdomen more pronounced. Gods, I wanted to touch him so badly, I felt like I was going to pounce out of my skin to get to him. With all of my willpower, I kept myself firmly planted in the middle of the hallway, just staring instead.
I probably should have walked away, but I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to be doing. It took everything in me just to stay still as I was. Was I h
