Destiny
He winked at my seatmate.
He returned that dazzling smile and hefted the suitcase easily. As he placed the luggage in the compartment, his body stretched in one powerful, graceful movement. His muscles flexed in his arms, and as the left sleeve of his T-shirt rose, I could see the edge of a tattoo—a dragon? – which seemed to curl around his biceps.
The T-shirt molded to strong shoulders, hard pecs. She stepped free of her beltless jeans.
My gaze traced the line of his fly to register that the jeans molded something quite attractive, too.
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