Chapter 20

Riley’s POV

In a heartbeat, the door slammed shut and the blanket was yanked off, revealing a bare, sculpted chest so close I practically inhaled muscles. My head flopped back into rock-hard pecs, the guy’s arms—long and warm—holding me like precious cargo.

I swung my head up, eyes blazing. “Back off, stranger. Don’t touch me—I don’t know you!”

His hands recoiled as if I were radioactive.

The door flew open again. “Damien!” I barked, yanking a towel from the mess beside me and wrapping it around my chest despite my protests to stay naked.

Blond-boy Damien hovered, looking at Man-Noah like a puppy needing permission to blink.

“I swear, I will rip your—” I began.

Damien vanished and reappeared holding a giant fluffy towel,