A very wet, very half-naked, very hot guy. It takes all of my willpower not to let my gaze drop to the tattooed chest on full display. Or the gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. No, my eyes remain firmly trained on his face. His beautiful, smirking face. Fuck my life. “I think this is the part where you say good morning, querida.” God. A hot voice to go with a hot body.
