“Aaargh!” she screamed, using the clothes to block her line of sight. “Vinson! Are you an exhibitionist?”
“Hah…” A playful chuckle escaped his lips. “See for yourself if I’m one.”
Half doubtful, Arielle lowered her hands slightly, catching a glimpse of his chiseled chest. The fog did nothing to dampen those alluring abs plastered on his body, a masterpiece produced from years of working out. Each line seemed to be crafted to perfection.
It took her about two seconds to realize she had been ogling his chest. Flustered, she shut her eyes tight.
“You clearly are! You’re not even wearing anything.” A mottled pink flush covered her cheeks.
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