I tried again to make myself vertical and lost my balance. Hadrian followed right behind him, carrying another tray of drinks, a pitcher of ice water, orange juice, and what looked like iced tea and several bottles of Gatorade. “You need to eat,” Tiago said as he walked into the room with a tray of food. When I tried to sit up, everything went dark for a moment, and I blinked several times to try to clear the patches. Neither piece of clothing left anything to the imagination, making it easy to see the long, lean, chiseled lines of him and know how beautiful he was. He was dressed differently than before: a pair of tight-fitting olive pants and a white T-shirt that clung to his muscular chest and hard, ridged abs. MY EYELIDS fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was Varic outside on the patio, pacing back and forth as he yelled on the phone.
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