Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

I felt as if I became stuck to the floor, I couldn't move, what's more, I didn't want to.

Mike was leaning over the sink, shaving cream smeared over his face, razor in hand, his sodden curls slicked tightly back against his head, only a bath towel tied around his waist, his seductively toned chest was on display, dotted with glistening beads of water. His calfs were visible, the towel wasn't that long, the muscles protruding were astonishing! His arms were toned and muscly, but not too muscly, just perfect.

He peered at me through the mirror, I'd not realised I'd just been standing there...staring.

"What's wrong?" He asked, gliding the razor along his perfectly flawless face, it's not even like he needed to shave!

I cleared my throat, suddenly awakening from my trance.

"Oh! Umm...n-nothing, nothing at all!" I grinned, taking the opportunity and leaned against the door frame, taking in all of his glory.

He giggled, "Why are you watching me shave?!"

"So, what, I can't even admire how slick and agile your movements are?!" I grinned.

"Oh whatever!" He blushed, shaking his head, scooping up water in his over sized hands and splashing his face clean.

I sauntered closer, wanting to admire his everything.

I looked up into his sparklingly charcoal eyes as he looked down into my camouflage coloured ones.

I reached up, wiping some shaving cream from his nose, then trailing it over his flat, sexy chest.

He tensed, I could gather he was still a little nervous about the whole 'touching bare skin' thing, but his confidence had to come soon.

He took a hold of my wrist lightly, stoping my fingers travelling over each ab.

He hesitated, his eyes darting, his teeth clenched, then he spoke, "D-does it look bad? My skin?"