Chapter 48

Raven

Lucy miraculously managed to land right by a lake. The atmosphere is thick with unsaid words, though. I don't know how to act or where to look when he sits there, down by the water.

He is shirtless and cleaning a t-shirt in his rough hands. The image is downright teasing. He is down on his knees, thoroughly focused. Every movement is pure sensual sex, and I swear I get giddy glancing his way.

I had forgotten entirely about Lucy's washboard abs and broad, toned shoulders. He has that perfect ratio of wide up top and leaner towards his ridiculously mouthwatering v-lines. I'm not sure, but it looks like he has been working out, if I'm not mistaken. His body appears sculpted, carved from diamond, and born for the fight.

"You're staring."

While I'm still lost in him, Lucy glimpses over his shoulder and then chuckles at me.

I pick my jaw up from the ground. "I was not-..." He lifts a confident, knowing eyebrow my way, and my shoulders