Angela and Gael got teary-eyed after laughing for a couple of minutes. As they came down from their fit, their gazes landed on each other's eyes. Both of them gazing; neither was speaking.
He could feel the heat of her gaze as her eyes dipped lower, scanning his neck, pecs, and down to his rippling abdominal muscles. The way she studied his body was primal, and he couldn't deny that he liked it. He did the same—raking his eyes on her porcelain skin with a hint of blush. His jaw ticked when he imagined sinking his teeth on the spot where her neck and shoulder connected and then nip her collarbone with his lips. He swallowed.
She found the scar that he got a few months ago from the gunshot wound on his rib's lower right where the bullet pierced. There were two more scars from the surgery several inches down his underarm but they were covered by his upper arm where she couldn't see.
