**Isabella**
I drew in a deep, steadying breath, steeling myself before I quickly turned to face him. I hadn't been prepared for the magnificent sight that awaited me. Razor stood there on his boxers, his shirt nowhere in sight, and the sight of his broad, sculpted chest immediately seized my fucking attention.
My throat constricted, and I swallowed hard, trying to push down the lump of desire that had risen within me, forcing it to settle in the pit of my stomach.
"Isabella," he repeated, his voice taking on a harder edge, "are you alright?" His piercing green eyes studied me as he used a towel to wipe his jet-black hair, the muscles in his tattooed arms contracting with mesmerizing grace.
Fuck, he's so handsome!
"Yes, I am," I replied, though my voice came out as a low, throaty moan, my gaze still ensnared by the tantalizing sight of the rising and falling of his toned abs.
