Michael was soaking wet, his shirt sticking to his chest. A very solid-looking chest. Spyros had a hard time trying not to stare, especially when he saw the outline of Michael’s c**k through his trousers. The man was huge.
Spyros wanted to find out how huge.
This was wrong. They shouldn’t be attracted to each other, surely?
Michael was going to freeze to death if he didn’t get warm immediately. Spyros shoved some clothes of his into Michael’s arms and pointed him up the stairs to the bathroom. The only place the cop was going to was into the shower until he could feel his limbs again.
While Michael was in the bathroom, Spyros cleared away the glass, hoovering away what he could. It was either that or think about how a naked gorgeous man was up above his head. Even the cold wind coming
