Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
The quiet thunk of a belt hitting tile.
Noah cracked one eye open and turned his head slightly.
Sterling was undressing by the edge of the tub, slow, casual, like he knew damn well he was being watched. He peeled off his shirt and let it drop, followed by his pants, revealing lean lines and golden skin, those pale scars decorating his knee like his own medals.
He met Noah’s gaze as he stepped out of his briefs, eyes steady, unashamed.
Noah’s throat went dry.
"Show-off," he muttered.