My jaw dropped and I should have turned away but I just sat and stared at him.
I would have peeled my eyes away but I couldn’t.
I basically shouted, screamed and begged them to turn around but I couldn’t.
Hell it seemed my eyes were ready to pick an argument with me.
Simply put, he was beautiful.
But was there a simplicity in his beauty?
Was there a simple word to describe him at all?
My gaze wandered to his shoulders.
Broad, hard, muscled, bronzed and kissed by the sun.
Then my eyes walked lower, lower down his arms.
They were well sculptured and thick, but yet not bulging.
All bronzed, marred by a few scars that only intense gazing would expose.
I stared some more, sucking my lower lip in between my teeth.
Abs, all well defined, broad chested, pink taut n*****s.
Oh God.
My
