My eyes follow as he walks into the room and out of the room, out of nowhere he stops and looks over his shoulders.
He looks good in whatever he wears which I envy because the only time I seem to look appealing is when I have a towel over my head.
"What is going on in that head of yours?" He asks but I pretend as if I didn't hear him and continue on with my task.
"Earth to Barbara." It is so like Alex to yearn for my attention.
Slowly he gates my way as if he is not noticeable enough with his steaming pectorals bulging my way. My eyes fall to his shirtless half which is the better half of him... and from there they've become stuck in a deadly gaze of sexual attraction.
"You smell good," I compliment as he leans over my shoulder.
He smells too good.
A smile crosses his lips. He knows that I like it.
"Oh thank you," he answers.
"What is the fragrance called?"
Alex places a hand over my shoulder and grips softly with tenderness. "You'd have to figure that out yourself."
Of course he'd do this to me and torture me half to death.
I look over my shoulders and stare into his eyes. Now that I think about it the scent is familiar.
"Tsk, tsk... don't you know that scoping the room is classified as cheating," he reports as he catches my eyes wander about.
"How else am I suppose to know, we're in your room. It must be nearby the bottle."
Alex smirks,-"But I'm closer." And with that he begins to unbutton his pants.
"And you want me to do what exactly..."- I question.
Maybe I should have never asked.
"Be curious," he says.
Be curious......
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ALEX
Short StoryMy eyes follow as he walks into the room and out of the room, out of nowhere he stops and looks over his shoulders. He looks good in whatever he wears which I envy because the only time I seem to look appealing is when I have a towel over my head. ...
