Jacquie

“There’s a towel wrapped around his waist, and it’s the only thing he’s wearing. It’s the first thing that catches my eye, and it doesn’t bode well for me. A flush suffuses my skin. My gaze travels up the sharp V of his pelvis, and my mouth dries. His smooth, dark skin is in sharp contrast against the towel, and I feel a strange itching sensation in my hand; a nagging feeling of wanting to touch every inch of him. And that’s not even taking into account his body. My eyes move over his abdomen—practically an eight pack—up to his defined pecs, solid deltoids, and firm triceps.”
― Alison Hendricks, False Start