Chapter 147 Bad For My Heart

TESSARA

My eyes dragged over the sharp lines of his shoulders, the way his muscles caught the bathroom light. I couldn't help it. I stared at his body.

I told myself I was just appreciating, not lusting. Appreciating. Because how could a seventeen-year-old look like this?

It was my first time seeing something like this in real life. Not in books, not in passing glances at training grounds from a