“You’re sure?” “Yeah. I’m sure.” He’s still shirtless. What if he gets into bed and he’s wearing nothing but those pants? How will I sleep two feet away from him and his bare chest and his glorious muscles and exceptional hotness? “There’s an extra set of clothes in the bathroom,” I blurt. He runs his hand over his chest and glances at my bare legs. “Cool. I’ll just get ready.” He spins around and heads for the bathroom. I watch the muscles in his back and admire his ass. I definitely won’t be getting much sleep.
