Mark walked towards the cabin, shirtless, one day after the camping trip.
He'd spent the morning working out and was now completely spent. Because he'd run his fingers through his black hair so many times, it was tangled. He was holding a water bottle in one hand and his shirt in the other. His muscles contracted when he walked, and the veins on his arms shaped them.
As I was going to drink, I was frozen in place, my hand trapped in mid-air. I set my glass down and looked at the drinkable man approaching me.
A small film of sweat glistened on his upper torso. It only added to the rugged s*x appeal he exuded.
"Look who got out of bed," he said as he approached me, his silky lips parting.
He said bed in such a way that it made me think of everything...
No!
I'm not going to let my m
