My eyes raked over Nate’s body, his abs, his full chest, the way his Adam Apple bobbed and his pouty lips , but only for a second.

I schooled my face to remain neutral, whatever blush that wanted to rise up died instantly when I thought of what they did to someone innocent.

I wasn’t here for this.

Did I expect to see him shirtless? No.

But I knew why I was here and it was expected for third year students to show their so called and and muscles when home alone and doing workouts.

So, I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin. "Can I come in?"

Cold. Detached....