Taming the Beast

(Caroline's POV)

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was my pounding head. It hurt like hell. I grumbled and opened one eye at a time to adjust to the sudden brightness coming in through my window. I sighed in relief when my eyes landed on a bottle of painkillers and water on my nightstand. I cautiously sat up and held my head for a second before I took them gratefully. God bless whoever put this here. Wait, how did I get home last night? The last thing I remember was dancing with this random guy. He handed me a drink and...

Oh no.

a nice, no, great,no, godly body. I could tell that much even with a shirt on. His chest was deeply defined with sharp cuts outlining his incredible muscles. He had a freaking 8-pack. His sides rippled like a house made of bricks all the way to the boarder of his abs. He had a deep v-line that disappeared into the towel. His arms were ripped also with his veins raising the skin over them. He didn't have hair on his stomach

guest room. I followed him. He was facing the bed with his hand on the towel.

without turning around. His back was just as muscular and defined as the front of him. I let out a quick breath and turned

I heard the soft putter of

my stomach. I gasped and uncovered my eyes. My arms dropped to my sides as my eyes shot open. I shuddered and flinched away from him slightly as he touched my scar. His arm slipped around my waist and I felt his hard