I bite down on my lip when I find him leaning back against his kitchen counter, his torso exposed and gray sweats hanging low on his hips. He’s got a cup of coffee on the counter and his tablet in his hand, his full attention on what he’s reading. My eyes widen when he reaches behind him and grabs a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses. I didn’t think he could get more handsome, but the glasses do it for me.
