Lyon's tone had a hint of grievance in it.

I looked down, startled. "I was going to finish the experiment and then come for you."

"Since I'm already here, why wait? I have another meeting soon," Lyon said.

"Alright, take off your shirt," I instructed.

As I prepared the new bandages and medication, I looked up to find Lyon's naked chest before me. My hand tightened on the bandages reflexively.

His chest was sculpted with perfectly chiseled abs, and his back, lined with muscles, looked raw and masculine simultaneously.

Noticing my gaze fixed on his abs, Lyon coughed. "If you're going to stare, I can take it all off for...