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I am trying to distract myself, but I can’t stop thinking of his half-naked body.

His body looks like he was sculpted from granite now.

And now he is in his bathroom, fully naked.

I don’t even get a chance to try to block out the image of him lathering his body up with soap.

Lucian comes sauntering out, barely covering himself with a towel.

It hangs loosely on his hips.

Holy fuck, when did he get abs? He has a tattoo now.

A dragon across his ribcage. It’s fantastic to see all the details in it.

"Take a picture, it’ll last longer." Shit, he noticed.

I can feel my face burning from embarrassment.

No, it’s more like it’s flushed from being turned on.

"That pic would break my phone.

Now get your ass ready; we are going to be late." I banter back.

This only causes him to laugh more.

I feel like an idiot.

He heads back to his bedroom with a smirk.

He better hurry his ass up.

We have a reservation at the new D&D themed bar downtown.

It’s called Nat20.

It’s so nerdy and entirely up our alley.

I have been waiting for this place to open for so long, and it finally opened three weeks ago, but I couldn’t go without Lucian.

I walk over to the foyer to grab my shoes when a strong hand grabs my hip and spins me around, pulling me against him.

“What the fuck.” I yelp.

"Aww, what’s wrong? Did I scare you?" I swear he lives to mess with me.

"No.

Just disrupted my train of thought." I playfully swat at him, and he lets me go.

He looks good.

Real good.

He ditched his travel clothes for dark jeans that hug his muscular thighs just right.

And a jet-black V-neck that shows a few tufts of his dark chest hair poking up.

He even styled his hair.

Who is this man? The old Lucian would have thrown on jeans and a band T.

And "brushing" his hair equated to running his fingers through it before running out the door.

He is even wearing cologne. What the fuck.

"Well, don’t you look dashing?" I joke.

“Well, I got to look my best for you.

Now let’s go! You still have a copy of my house key, right? So, I can leave my keys here.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say while I lace up my sneakers.

Giving him a salute and a cute smirk.

His eyes shoot up to mine.

There’s that heated look again.

He holds my gaze for a few more moments before biting his lower lip and looking away.

This night is going to be great.

Hell, this whole week will be.

I saved my vacation time and took off until Monday.

My boss was pissed, but oh well.

Off we go. Just me and my bestie. My unbelievably delicious-looking and highly off-limits bestie.