Cyrus emerged from the bathroom, a towel carelessly draped around his hips. The sight had my mouth watering.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I frowned, only to provoke a chuckle from him.
“You know exactly what I mean. It’s like you’re dying to take this towel off me, drop to your knees, and keep me here all night,” he replied, stepping closer.
“Oh, was that the look I was giving?” I feigned innocence, but a smile began to escape at the corners of my lips.
“Yes, that was definitely the look,” he said, leaning down to kiss me softly. “I really need to get ready, though, or we’ll end up being late.”
“Can I watch?” I grinned, unable to hide my excitement.
“Of course you can,” he removed the towel as he started to get himself ready.
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