CYNTHIA's P O V

I heaved a sigh of relief when the look of uncertainty on Julian’s face vanished. When I balled my fists up and placed them on my lap, my heart rate increased and I saw that my hands were sweating. Due to the increasing heat on my face, I was forced to hastily avert my gaze; nevertheless, the shirtless man standing in front of me did not seem to be bothered by it in the least.

Have I mentioned that he only wore a pair of boxers that hung excruciatingly low down his V-line, and that I had to constantly tell myself not to look?

That was...