His back was to me and he was wearing pajama bottoms and nothing else. His shoulders, the smooth muscles of his back, the wide expanse of smooth, tan skin, was all exposed to the naked eye and I was blinded by the beauty of it. So much, it was a wonder I didn't throw out my hand reeling.

At that thought, he turned and gave me a view of his chest.

At this view, arguably better than his back, I sucked in a breath then whispered to myself, "Oh my God.

Autor: Kristen Ashley