My mouth turns cottony as my attention drifts lower. I can’t help but catalogue the ridges of his abs. There are eight of them, by the way. I swear, he’s got abs on top of abs. It would be difficult not to appreciate every contour. My gaze continues to meander until arriving at his— Oh my God. He’s shaved. Completely. There’s not a single hair in sight. And yeah, I’m staring. Hard.
