Chapter 3

Chapter 3 

Hope’s POV 

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I tried to push him away, but when my hand brushed against his body, I felt hard, sculpted ridges-defined abdominal muscles, tense beneath my touch. 

He was naked! Well, almost. I also felt a towel slung low on his lips, barely there, as I continued to push him away. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he spat. 

His grip tightened, forcing me harder against the wall, my breath catching from the pressure.