KAIRA

The shirt came off his shoulders and I almost stopped breathing. I had seen men without shirts before. This was not new information for my eyes to process. But my eyes were being completely useless right now because they refused to move and they refused to behave and they were taking in every single detail of him like they were trying to memorize something they would never see again.

The tattoos covered the left side of his chest and wrapped around his ribs and climbed partway up his shoulder, it was so detailed in a way that made my fingers itch. I could not even make out the full...