Chapter 16
He couldn’t do it.
Andreas was stood in the ensuite, staring at himself in the mirror, and he couldn’t do it.
He wanted to wear shorts. It was blisteringly hot outside, and they were going to spend the day either at the beach or the pool with Beatriz. Even Lauren, who he swore had cactus juice for blood, said it was too warm to do anything but laze around near—and preferably in—the water.
And he wanted to wear shorts.
He wanted to wear his trunks. They were long and loose, and it was easy to swim in them without the shape contracting too much when he got out and showing off what he didn’t have. He wanted to get his shirt off, and get a good tan on every inch of skin between his hips and his scalp. A perfectly even tan was like giving Erik a shot of Viagra straight to the ve
