"Wow." My breath hitched as Shane walked through the door, his shirt held close to his muscles.
"What are you whispering at?" I cringed noticing Shane look at me, raising his eyebrows with a smug grin.
"I was just thinking that that shirt looks awfully tight on you." He chuckled, taking a few steps closer to me.
"Do you want a better look?" He took my hand, running it down his chest.
It took every part of me not to squeal at how incredible his skin felt, defined, muscular, strong.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to stop looking at you." His blush grew further, but I didn't want to embarrass him, opting to ignore it.
"How about now?" His hands lifted the hem of his shirt, carefully lifting it over his head. Beads of sweat sat on his body from his workout only making everything look a little more perfect.
"I feel like I'm loosing control." His hands fell to my hips, pulling me so I was millimetres away from his body.
"Come here," he whispered into my ear, his thick accent making me weak at the knees.
"Shane!" I giggled feeling his damp body press against me, dampening my clothes. "You're such a tease."
"But you love it."
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