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I grip the caddy with both hands now. His medium-length black hair, styled with blond highlights, swooped lazily towards the back, some strands falling off to the side. He had used his wet hands to comb it backward. Men with long hairstyles and bears can combine sexy and masculine in a fashionable look begging to be tempered with, and boy would I love to temper Omar. A water drop rolls down his neck, slowly coming to a stop on the nook of his collarbone. From there down as pure sin, well-defined pectorals, chocolate bar abs, V... He places his curled index finger under my chin, pulling my eyes to meet his.

Then I remembered what he looked like. His striking figure stood tall and confident, his presence commanding attention despite the simplicity of his attire. Dressed in nothing but a pair of form-fitting, charcoal-gray shorts, his physique was on full display, showcasing a body sculpted through dedicated physical conditioning and an unwavering commitment to fitness.

According to me, Kelvin is more handsome than him. Now? In front of me sits a man wearing a navy blue shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His long pants are still there, but the color choice is light brown. By Naomi's standards, I know that these two items are not random brands. Because besides fitting perfectly on Cedric's cool body—I admit it because my index finger has proven it several times—his appearance is not much different from Kelvin, who prioritizes his fashion sense.

Twenty -five minutes later A burly man seemed to be groaning himself in front of the mirror. He saw the clothes being worn, namely white long-sleeved shirts, black jeans, and matching panel shoes with his jeans. Massimo began combing his hair which had been given hair gel neatly. The fragrance of musk perfume smelled as fragrant so self-confidence arose in his mind.

“Light colors. They’ll match Wolf without being too formal.” Nonna nods, approving. “Yes. Simple, but dignified.” I smile, imagining it: Wolf in his rolled sleeves, Papa steady beside him, Koda bouncing with his bear, Jace tall and quiet with my brothers. All of them tied together in shades of blue, looking like a family even in the heat. “Perfect,” I say, gathering the pieces. “Cargo shorts, button-downs. Easy. They’ll match Wolf, and they’ll survive Missouri’s sun.”

Adonis got out of bed and took a shower, and washed his hair, styled it differently by parting it down the middle. It changed his appearance slightly, a more casual look. He gave his face a quick shave to take away the stubble that was starting to appear, leaving his skin soft and smooth. He sprayed on his daytime cologne a good smelling citrus scent. It was a happy morning for him as he slipped on a pair of gray (CK) Calvin Klein underwear.

The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes drawn to him as he stepped inside. Liam was dressed in a fitted navy blue t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame, accentuating his broad shoulders and well-defined arms. The sleeves of the shirt were slightly rolled up, showcasing his toned biceps, which seemed to ripple with every movement. He paired the shirt with dark jeans that fit him perfectly, neither too tight nor too loose, allowing for ease of movement while still looking effortlessly stylish.

She had never seen him this way not even ten years ago. The man was wearing a loose white beach shirt and a few buttons from front were left opened displaying his ripped muscles, his legs weren't even covered properly as he was wearing a simple light brown casual shorts which reached above his knees. His hair which had grown a little longer than before and light beard made way sexier and handsome than she wanted him to look especially when she didn't look happy at all.

What else do I expect? As the chorus echoes through the room, Josh's eyes find mine, and a subtle smile plays on his lips. The connection between us feels obvious. I take my time to admire him. His hair falls effortlessly on his face. He wears a simple, well-fitted black shirt. The fabric clings to the contours of his frame, subtly showing the underlying abs beneath. With a pair of dark denim jeans to complete the look, his effortless sense of style suggests a casual yet refined taste. I love it.

I wish I could take a peek into his mind, just for a moment, just long enough to know what he’s thinking. He’s dressed in navy blue athletic shorts that are a smidge too short for him, resting midthigh and showing off his insanely built muscular legs. His tan skin gleams in the sunlight poking through the somewhat shredded canopy above us, which is supposed to block out not only the sun, but the rain.