My eyes lingered on Martin as he stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist, the soft fabric clinging to his damp skin. My eyes were shamelessly glued to his frame and I couldn't help but notice the definition in his abs. He looks fit and built like someone who is dedicated to work out sessions.
Martin has chosen to remain quiet since he came back from his office. I had mentally prepared myself for confrontation, but his silence was worse than his outburst. Now, I'm stuck between ‘he knows’ and ‘he doesn't know’.
The suspense was killing me, but his naked torso was killing me faster than the silence. Should I talk? I pondered, but the look on his face keeps shutting me up whenever I muster the courage to talk.
“Can you say something already,” I managed to say.
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