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“Kaden leaned against the doorframe, running his fingers through his dark hair. He was barefoot and shirtless, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants. His upper body was tanned and cut to perfection. A sparse patch of dark hair covered the center of his chest while a thin line ran down the middle of his stomach muscles. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, his stomach. She’d seen professional athletes on television with an eight-pack but hadn’t thought normal people could actually achieve them. Her fingertips tingled with the urge to run her fingers over each of his pecs.” — Stacey O'Neale
Kaden leaned against the doorframe, running his fingers through his dark hair. He was barefoot and shirtless, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants. His upper body was tanned and cut to perfection. A sparse patch of dark hair covered the center of his chest while a thin line ran down the middle of his stomach muscles. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, his stomach. She’d seen professional athletes on television with an eight-pack but hadn’t thought normal people could actually achieve them. Her fingertips tingled with the urge to run her fingers over each of his pecs.