Lisa’s POV
By the time I arrive home, Nelson, my sweet stepdad, is whipping up pancakes on the dining table even though the kitchen is more than enough to accommodate him. Except that today, he is shirtless.
Wait… shirtless?!
Never have I ever seen him this naked.
He is either in a simple top or an apron… or anything. Not—- shirtless.
The rise and fall of white flour dusts settle on his hairy chest, on the table, creating a mess. His thin firm n*****s poke out of the whitish cloud, begging everyone to see that it survived the chaos. The way his muscles stiffen when he continues to whip the mix, makes my eyes wander all over his naked upper body, down to the start of his…
“That hungry?”
His cool bass slices through my head, startling me a bit. I press my eyes firmly, shaking off
