Zee
I had just finished the grilled turkey and vegetable salad Denver made for me, it so good it should’ve been illegal. God, I wonder how he learned to cook so good.
I was about to take the plate to the kitchen when he stepped out of the bathroom.
Dripping wet, with only a towel slung low on his hips, he looked like sin incarnate. His chest glistened, muscles taut and defined, and that little trail of water that ran down his abs had no business being that distracting. I felt my throat tighten—and it wasn't from the food I just had.
He caught me staring. “Why do you look at me like you want to eat me?” he asked, smirking.
I looked away quickly. “I don’t... I mean I wasn't looking” I lied, my voice barely convincing.
We both knew better.
“How was the meal?” he asked, walking closer,
