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Athena’s P.O.V.

Cristoff was so careful to place me in the cot made of rattan—as if treating me like a fragile glass—before he sat beside me. He swiftly took off his plain white T-shirt and squeezed it hard to dry it. I could even see his shoulder blades and biceps hardened. The scenery was making me drool at him again.

Next, he removed his black rubber shoes and faded pants until all was left in his body was his black boxer shorts. He was half-naked again, and just a little below his waist was a bulge trying to tempt my eyes to look at it—the main reason why I looked away instead.

I did not know how many times I gulped with Cristoff being here with me. I just felt the necessity to do it. Heat rose and began to stain my cheeks, as I couldn’t control it.