67|Let’s Hope

~Elena~

“Thatcher.” My hand, holding the towel, paused in patting my hair dry. “What… What are you doing here?” I swallowed hard and stood straight, holding my ground against this six-foot-one intimidating wall of muscle in front of me.

He changed physically. His hair was longer, tied in a low ponytail, and he was much bigger than before. It’s as if he’s been spending a lot of time in the gym.

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