Sten was a beautiful Monster.
Sharp jaw.
High cheekbones.
Broad shoulders barely contained by the black hoodie stretched across them.
Nothing could disguise the musculature beneath his clothes. Every movement shifted with restrained strength, controlled power, like he existed in a constant state of held-back violence.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.
And completely out of my league.
Which, of course, did nothing to deter me from being attracted to him, making the way my body reacted to him deeply unfortunate.
“You’re staring again,” he murmured.
Heat flooded my face.
“I was thinking.”
“Dangerous hobby.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“And yet you keep coming back.”
Gods.
The way he said things like that.
Quiet.
Rough.
Almost teasing.
Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I looked away first.
Obviously.
Because if I didn’t, I was going to embarrass myself catastrophically.
Like I always did.
“I’m trying,” I muttered more quietly, staring back at the glowing screen. “I just, look numbers just aren’t intuitive for me.”
Sten was silent for a moment.
Then—I swear his chest rumbled with a purr.
“I know.”
Not judgmental.
