I glance back, only to find him leaning on both elbows, eyes closed, and legs nonchalantly parted, offering a glimpse of his cock through the opening of the towel. And he’s…hard. Or getting there, at least. This is one of those times when I should look away. One problem, though—I can’t bring myself to. In fact, my head tilts to the side so I can get a better view. It doesn’t help that I’ve been on fire since the moment I walked in here. The view turns the air hotter, boiling even.