Did you want to change into something more comfortable?” Adrian asks with a raise in his eyebrows, breaking me out of my train of thought, but not away from naughty thoughts.I smack his knee. “I’m comfortable, but I know you’re not.” He doesn’t mind dressing up, but on most days I see him in casual clothes like screen-printed tees and hoodies.“You’re right,” he says, tapping my knee lightly, standing up. As he walks toward the hallway, he slips his shirt off the rest of the way. I can’t look away from the sight, even if it is only from the back. Damn. What is happening to me? Have I gone mad?Before I can tear my eyes away from him, he turns around. Judging by the look in his eyes, I’ve been caught. I have so been caught. Damn again. I didn’t want him to see me practically drooling. It’s too late for that now.He smirks. “You know, I could spend the rest of the night just like this.” He places a hand to the hard muscles of his chest.I clear my throat, trying really hard not to imagine my hand in place of his, and say, “If I’m wearing clothes, you’re wearing clothes.”“So if I’m not wearing clothes…” I grab a coaster from the coffee table and fling it at him. He catches it in his hand. “Just remember, all you have to do is say otherwise.
Did you want to change into something more comfortable?” Adrian asks with a raise in his eyebrows, breaking me out of my train of thought, but not away from naughty thoughts.I smack his knee. “I’m comfortable, but I know you’re not.” He doesn’t mind dressing up, but on most days I see him in casual clothes like screen-printed tees and hoodies.“You’re right,” he says, tapping my knee lightly, standing up. As he walks toward the hallway, he slips his shirt off the rest of the way. I can’t look away from the sight, even if it is only from the back. Damn. What is happening to me? Have I gone mad?Before I can tear my eyes away from him, he turns around. Judging by the look in his eyes, I’ve been caught. I have so been caught. Damn again. I didn’t want him to see me practically drooling. It’s too late for that now.He smirks. “You know, I could spend the rest of the night just like this.” He places a hand to the hard muscles of his chest.I clear my throat, trying really hard not to imagine my hand in place of his, and say, “If I’m wearing clothes, you’re wearing clothes.”“So if I’m not wearing clothes…” I grab a coaster from the coffee table and fling it at him. He catches it in his hand. “Just remember, all you have to do is say otherwise.
