Kristen
Ezra came back from the shower shirtless, with his towel slung over his shoulder. I still had my toothbrush stuck in my mouth, and I couldn’t stop staring at his beautifully sculpted torso. His skin was like polished bronze, and he had only a light smattering of chest hair. His man-n*****s were small and flat and weirdly enticing. He had pecs and abs and a really sexy belly button.
I had no idea that a man’s belly button could be… sexy. But there it was. I found myself idly thinking of sticking my tongue in his navel, just to see if he tasted as good as he smelled.
And his hair…oh my word, his hair was finally untied, and it hung in damp waves past his shoulder. Was it his shampoo that smelled so sweet?
I’d been craving toffee popcorn a lot lately.
“Something wrong, Kristen?”
