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Camille:

I stood facing Daniel, with the bowl of cereal in my hand as I tried to tear my eyes away from his chest. There was a tattoo toward his mid-region that disappeared into his shorts and probably ran down his leg.

Why did he have to walk around shirtless? It was a dull weather. There was really no reason for him to.

“So you’re timing me now? How pathetic,” I said, quickly recollecting myself and acting like I didn’t understand what he called me. I couldn’t let him figure out how easily he distracted me. I doubted he would ever let me live it down.

He shrugged and the action made his chest look even bigger than it normally was. I forced myself to look into his face, but that wasn’t any easier. His face was just as perfect as the rest of his body.

Ugh. Since when did I start being so shamelessly lustful? Even the hot male models on my favorite book covers never elicited this reaction from me. Well, come to think of it, it would have been quite sad if they did. But th