Then, without warning, he dropped the towel. “Kyle!” I pulled the covers over my eyes and shut them tightly as a throaty laugh rumbled through the room. “Caught you looking,” he teased as the memory of his perfectly sculpted ass burned itself into my brain. “I wasn’t looking,” I argued. “Then why are you so upset?” “Because you flashed me!” “You can always flash me back if it’d make you feel better to get even.”
