A wave of irritation swept over Katelyn. She reached out and tugged at Vincent's shirt. The buttons came undone, exposing Vincent's chest. His pectoral muscles were slightly defined. Below them, his abdomen showcased well-defined muscles.

This was Katelyn's first glimpse of Vincent's physique. At that moment, her heart raced as her fingers gently traced along his muscles.

Vincent's muscles tensed slightly, and he kissed Katelyn with even more intensity. He gazed down at her, his voice rough as he said, "Do you like what you see?"

Katelyn didn't conceal her admiration and nodded, saying, "Yes, I really like it."

She had seldom seen such perfectly defined muscle contours on anyone. It was clear to her that these muscles were the result of rigorous workouts. Such physical strength was captivating.

Vincent whispered into Katelyn's ear, "Wait for me."

His words sent a shiver of anticipation through Katelyn. But before she could react further, Vincent was already out of bed and heading toward the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water filled the room, yet Katelyn's heart continued to race. She had been swept up in the moment when she expressed her desire.

After a moment to gather her thoughts, Katelyn wished she could berate herself for her impulsiveness.

Two minutes later, the sound of water running in the bathroom ceased. Katelyn's heart raced, missing a beat.

Oh no!

Vincent emerged from the bathroom wearing a fresh set of clothes.

Katelyn, having just managed to calm the fire within her, felt her emotions stir again as she watched droplets of water cascade down his sculpted physique. A wave of heat washed over her.

As Vincent approached, she stuttered, "Um… maybe we should wait? Perhaps another day?"

Vincent raised an eyebrow slightly as he gently lifted her chin with his fingers, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "You think I'll let you off?"

He had been holding himself back for so long. Even though they were together now, he had intended to proceed gently. Yet, this was not the first time Katelyn had initiated more intimate contact. If he restrained himself again, he wouldn't feel true to himself.

Katelyn started to speak. But before she could express her thoughts, Vincent reached out and drew her close.

Next to his tall frame, she appeared even more petite. She instinctively tried to pull back.

Vincent gently pulled her close and swept her hair back before leaning in to kiss her, his tone soft. "Relax."

His gentle tone left Katelyn too flustered to look him in the eyes.

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