My face flames. I step forward, holding out my shawl. “Here. You can, er, cover up.” He doesn’t move to take it. He stares at me, searching for something. I fight the compulsion to bend my neck. If I did, I’d be looking straight at his dick. How is he so confident? My face is on fire, and he’s just standing there in his birthday suit with a massive erection, lord of all he surveys. It’s a long, thick, ruddy erection. Not that I ogled him. Only for a second. I couldn’t miss it. It’s— I swallow. It’s notable. I noted it.
