Birthday Blossoms

Part Three

My eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

I couldn't do anything but stand there like a freaking statue, openly staring at his glorious hot bod as he moved around the room to fix his stuff.

I couldn't help but stare appreciatively at his magnificent form, fully aware that I was out of bounds as my eyes raked all over his body.

Hot damn.

His normally dark brown hair was a shade darker, dripping wet with water from the shower. The amazingly lean figure that was sparking rumors around the school was on full display; his back taut with tension as the muscles rippled with his every move.

The biceps that I was acquainted with earlier this morning were smooth and bare, rippling with strength as he carried his stuff around the room. There were a few droplets of water dripping down his six-pack abs, and I almost fell over when I realized that I wanted to trace a finger through the trail those droplets were following.

As if all of that wasn't enough, I managed to notice that the towel wrapped around his waist was hanging dangerously low, offering a glimpse at the sharp V-line that he obviously possessed.

Good Lord.

I could literally taste blood trickling down my mouth, and I realized that I was biting too hard on my lower lip as I stared at the stunning creature in front of me.

Who wouldn't want to stare anyway?

Thankfully, he hadn't noticed me yet, or else I would die of embarrassment; however, I knew better than to expect that he wouldn't notice me, given all of the misfortune I experienced today.

As if on cue, his head snapped up from leaning over his grey gym bag, and his eyes immediately widened in alarm when he saw me. He remained unblinking for a while, fixing his stare on me as if he was processing the situation. Once he got over the initial shock though, a wide smirk spread across his face, and he held my stare in a way that told me he knew exactly what was running around my mind.

Oh, God. Kill me now.

It took me a split second to hide behind the wall, vaguely aware that I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.

Holy shit. David just literally caught me drooling over him!

Realizing that I was in deep trouble, I closed my eyes and raised a hand up against my chest, attempting to calm my racing heart.

What do I do now?

I could hear him moving quickly around the locker room, his footsteps getting closer with every passing second.

"Oh, God. What should I do?" I muttered to myself in a faint whisper, trying to even out my breathing.

I wasn't even done panicking yet when he suddenly appeared before me, still wearing nothing but the damn towel around his waist. My eyes slowly raked over his glorious form, and I almost felt like melting into a puddle of goo when I realized that I was openly staring right in from of him.

I can't help it, he's too hot.

I was completely lost in space as I daydreamed about his godly figure, and I didn't even notice that he was waving a hand in front of my face to gain my attention.