I turn my head, yet the mirrors on every wall do nothing to hide my face from seeing him.
“I’m sorry, if you want to leave, feel free. I would love for you to stay and talk to me while I shower.” He removes his shirt, and his eight-pack is on display. Tattoos cover his chest and both arms. Then, reach up, covering his entire neck.
“Goddess you’re beautiful,” I say in my head as he chuckles. Wait a minute. Did I say that out loud?
“Well, I’ve never been called beautiful before. But I’m sure coming from you means a lot. So thank you.” He walks towards me. Towering over me as he grips my hips, lifting me onto the counter. My feet dangle as I wait for his next move. I bite my lip with anticipation. He unbuckles his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He steps out of them and only has on some fitted boxer briefs. My goddess, they hug every curve and muscle in his body. Mind you, there is a huge muscle in his underwear. I try to swallow, but my throat is completely dry
