When he pulls back, I’m flushed and out of sorts and I can’t stop staring at his chest. “I was bored and checking out the house, then I thought I’d come see what you were up to.” He stands in front of me, hands on his hips now. The pose pulls his athletic shorts down slightly, revealing a hint of black boxer briefs. My body always has a strong reaction to Hendrick, but I’m damn near panting as hard as him. Staring at him should be a sport. I’d place first every single time.
