Naked Scripts
Everyone was already here, the whole extended family sprawled across the infinity pool deck, laughter floating over the crash of waves in the distance.
And then I saw him.
Knox.
He was leaning against the far edge of the pool, forearms braced on the tile, water streaming down the carved lines of his back and chest like he had been sculpted just to ruin me. Shirtless, of course. Because why would the universe give me mercy? Droplets caught the late afternoon sun and glittered as they slid over every ridge of his abs, disappearing into the low waistband of black swim trunks that clung to his thighs in a way that should have been illegal. His dark hair was wet, pushed back carelessly, and when