Chapter 8

• Kaia stared hungrily at Kai’s chiseled chest.
• She hated scenes in movies where women drooled over shirtless men—water dripping down their sculpted torsos in exaggerated slow motion. She found them cheesy and unrealistic. But in this moment, she finally understood the hype.
• Everything else faded away as her gaze locked onto the man standing in front of her, arrogant and utterly breathtaking. Kai was beautiful in a rugged, magnetic way. The way the muscles in his torso flexed as he raised a hand to slick back his wet hair, the furrow in his brow as he focused on himself in the mirror, and the droplets trailing from his dark strands down his defined ribs—each detail made Kaia’s throat run dry.