Despite myself, I notice the flat washboard of his stomach underneath his shirt and then worse: Before I can even stop my brain from going there, I take in the suggestion of something heavy shifting in the front of his sweatpants as he leans back and crosses his ankles. A flash of searing heat goes through me. It’s shame mixed with something else… Shame and…oh God, just the briefest shock of arousal. My cheeks warm and I press my lips together and lift my chin in defiance of my own weird, inappropriately wandering thoughts.
