Chapter 23 Wasted:

• With his eyes closed I let myself examine the bits of his body that hadn't already been covered by the sheet. His collarbone was well defined and his shoulders looked just as broad without his suit as they did with it. Without the clothes, I could see just how muscular his arms were.
• The sheet was tucked under his arm and shielded most of his chest from my visual assault. Just above the sheet, I could see black ink peeking out. He had a tattoo?
• "I couldn't take them off," I said in an airy tone.