Sabel's P.O.V.
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~ A week later ~
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Why the hell did I do this to myself? What was I thinking? Haven't I been through enough? Do I just like torturing myself?
"You're staring," War said in that... insanely fu.cking deep voice. Completely unfair how deep it is. Like Felix from Stray Kids. Or Corpse. Deep, raspy, calm, se.xy, instantly wetting my panties. It's not right.
I tried not to squirm, but I didn't bother taking my eyes off him. It's not like he looked at me anyway. I wasn't sure if he even remembered I was in the room.
"You're working out," I replied, my tone matter-of-fact.
"So," he said with a small chuckle, finally looking at me as he wiped the back of his neck with a towel.
"You're shirtless."
"And?"
