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Shaking his head, he rumbles out a chuckle, which makes the muscles in my stomach clench. “Sure,” he says. “I’ve already seen everything…”

His eyes drop to my chest before slowly lifting back to mine. The heat in them is undeniable. And so is the sudden throbbing occurring between my thighs. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. That’s why I’m responding like this. It’s all it can be.

“But I can be a gentleman.”

“Wow. Lucky me,” I mutter sarcastically as he turns away.

I hear him laugh again.

And I experience another stomach clench.

I bend to retrieve my shirt and quickly pull it on, wincing at the feel of the wet fabric against my now-dry skin. I fasten the buttons, starting at the top and working my way down.

“You can turn around,” I tell him as I fasten the last button.

“So…” he says, turning to face me. A smile lifts his lips. It’s a smug look.

His thick arms fold over his massive chest. I can see the veins running beneath his golden skin.

I have a thing about men’s arms and veins. I find them incredibly hot. On the right man, of course.

Weird, I know.

“So…” I echo.

The smile widens. “I hate to tell you this. But I can still see as much as I could before you put the shirt on. Well, more now since your arms aren’t in the way, blocking the view.”

My eyes drop. “Shit!” I bark out, arms covering my chest again.

I forgot it was totally see-through.

“Wet shirt,” he says. “Rain outside. I’m guessing you got caught in the downpour.”

“You’re right,” I grind out.

He’s starting to annoy me a little.

His arms unfurl, and those bright eyes of his darken. I’m not sure what with.

Then, he starts toward me, those long legs eating up the space between us. My heart starts to beat in staccato.

He stops a few feet away.

Sweet Jesus, he’s huge.

And I’m small.

Ridiculously small. Five feet one to be exact. And I don’t currently have my heels on for the added height. I stupidly took them off.

Ares is well over six feet tall. Probably closer to six and a half.

I am a dwarf, standing in front of him.

His eyes stare down at me, probing. I feel like he can see every part of me. Even the bad parts.

“Still doesn’t explain who you are or why you stripped off and decided to do your morning stretches in my locker room.” His voice is lower, deeper. The sound rushes over my skin, like a cold breeze on a hot day, making my skin cover in goose bumps.

I have to hold back a shiver.