Jennie Wilson POV

My heart was racing and my breath became uneven. I could even hear my heart beating so loudly in my ears. Lub-dub......lub-dub.

I entered the room and froze, in place. Vincent was throwing blows on the punching bag, and he was half naked wearing only a black coloured boxer.

I had never seen a boy naked, I mean half naked..I mean chest. His physique was model worthy, with strong, wide shoulders, thick arms, and a lean torso that was rippled with deeply intended and sculpted abs. I was trembling holding the cake box, gaping at him in shock.

“ You know a picture of mine could last...