Chapter 163
- Mr. Dante stepped out of the bathroom, his skin still damp from the shower, a towel draped over his head as he dried his dark hair.
- He was wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, hanging low on his hips, highlighting every taut muscle and the defined ridges of his abs.
- I swallowed hard, my grip tightening around the pillow in my lap as my gaze dipped lower—only for my breath to hitch.