His jaw tightened under that short-trimmed beard. My eyes drifted from his jaw, down to his strong, thick, tanned neck and further down to his black shirt stretching across his strong chest. The view of his chest was cut off when he turned around. I blinked and took a sip, watching as he took off his flannel and hung it on the hook by the phone. He took off his black cowboy hat next, hanging it over the shirt. A full head of thick, black hair. Wavy. My fingers itched to touch it. Yes, the universe was a cruel bitch.
