on 26th July, I watched from behind my back, as the muscular Lycan strode around the poolside.
He had a short graze of curly black hair, shaved clean at the sides; and dark, deep set of eyes that fell on me briefly as he scanned the pool.
His body glimmered in the tropical sun from the baby oil that had been massaged into his huge, shredded body. It looked slippery, and inviting to the touch. I took another gulp of my drink wishing I could just touch him.
It was hot in the pool, and even hotter out of it. Lisa sat beside me, arms out in the breeze accompanying a glass of Tequila.
As my mate, we were comfortable in each other’s silence, and I found a small moment of peace as she tilted her head back to the evening sun; her glasses a glinting shield for closed eyes.
I turned back to
