Chapter 8

Lucas would certainly be the death of Ava.

She stood still, gulping down saliva as her throat had suddenly gone dry and the rest of her body was burning with the desire to reach out and tease the strong abs on his stomach. Her eyes unsifted from his bare body. He was a marvelous sight.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked dryly.

Did he think she was going to answer him? Such a joke. She was too busy admiring the bronze hardness of his wet skin, he would have to wait till she recollected her senses before getting an answer.

“Get out,” he ordered.

Ava imagined what was beneath the black towel he tied around his waist. She pinched her own face, she actually did.

Am I a pervert too?

What was she thinking? She found it utterly disgusting that she had such crude, raw thoughts for a man. Not just any man, Lucas Liam, the very devil in her life. She had to see her therapist the very next morning. Oh, she had to.

“Are you not…?”

She rai