Chapter 68 No One Else Touches You

Honestly, none of the male masseurs in the day spa could even hold a candle to Declan.

He had sharp, chiseled features, deep-set brows, and those narrow, dark eyes that seemed to see right through you. His short hair was messily styled, giving him that effortless, rebellious charm.

He was tall, long-legged, and carried himself with a cold, regal vibe. His looks were simply in a league of their own