“Damn, homie,” Franklin mutters, dragging the hem of his tank top across his brow, wiping away the gathering heat and revealing his glistening midriff, slick with sweat that catches the light.

A single bead escapes, tracing a lazy path down his abdomen, lingering at his navel before slipping toward the waistband of his boxers, barely visible above his shorts.

"It's hot as hell today."