~ARIA~
All the while he was practicing, I couldn't get my eyes off his bare torso, dripping with sweat that glistened under the golden hue of the sun rays — an innocent yet sensual sight.
Every movement of his fist against the punching bag fascinated me. His manliness wasn't in question. He was strong and undeniably skilled on the other side.
That thought made my cheeks feel incredibly hot as the memories of last night flooded my memory. I decided it was best I stopped focusing on his bare torso for the life of me, or I would definitely stain the back of my dress with the wetness that was pooling in my panties.
He glanced sharply at me just when I was about to look away. It was so fast, but I didn't know if he caught me looking at him or not. Well, I hoped not.
When I finally turned
