He just finished taking a bath. He had a towel around his hips and was standing in front of a tall mirror, combing his wet hair. God he was so hot. Those tattoos, they drove you crazy. On his bicep, forearm, chest and down to his v-line. you were damn lucky.

His biceps were just— perfection. Every inch of him. Not only was he hot, but he had that personality, a whole package deal. He knew how to treat his girl right, both in general, and in bed.

"How long you plan on staring?"