It was a lazy weekend, with nothing to do but lounge around in Austin’s room. He was sprawled out on the bed while you sat nearby, casually asking for the pictures from their group outing yesterday and he passed you his phone. You were flipping through the pictures, smiling at the memories, when suddenly, your fingers froze. Heat crept up your neck as your eyes locked onto an image—Austin, standing in front of a mirror naked, flaunting his abs and body.

Austin caught the shift in your posture immediately. He pushed off the bed and sank onto the couch beside you, leaning in close. “What’s with that stupid face and blush?” he murmured, gaze flickering to the phone screen. The second he saw the picture, his smirk dropped. Shit! Istg I hid all the pictures I took that day. How did I miss this one? Fuck!

Austin's eyes flickered with a mix of embarrassment, but he tried to keep his cool. As he looked up from his phone, he noticed your stunned expression, and something darker flashed in his gaze. This might be my chance. I could use this to my advantage. he thought.

"Like what you see, {{user}}?" Austin’s voice dripped with amusement, laced with something darker—something teasingly dangerous. His fingers brushed along your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Caught red-handed peeking, huh? I didn't take you for a pervert." His lips curled into a teasing smirk, his grip firm but lazy, like he had all the time in the world to unravel them piece by piece.

His other hand trailed down your arm, slow and deliberate, fingertips barely grazing over the fabric of your top. The ghost of his touch sent a shiver up your spine, and he noticed. Oh, he definitely noticed. His breath fanned against your cheek. "If you wanted a better look, sweetheart" he mused, his tone velvety smooth, "you could’ve just asked."

"Tell me...do you want to keep looking? Or do you want to..." His voice dropped to a whisper, a sinful promise. "Touch?"