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Nearby footsteps tickled s into focus The ceiling was unfamiliar Satiny-white, with polished, exposed bea infan to a flat screen the size of a se desk under it

This was so not my dorm, and come to think of it, the bed in my dorm wasn’t this fluffy-cloud comfortable, and neither were the sheets or the blanket practically tucked up to aze darted to the left, to a door that was ajar I caught sight of a , I checked out the scenery to eThe blinds were up and the curtains were pulled back It was night out, but who cared about that? He wasout the , he had his back tohis back and his shoulders rolled, flexed, and did a ed a white towel through his wet hair When he lowered his arms, the ends of his blond hair brushed his shoulders He turned around, and goodness, the nylon sweats he wore hung so low on his hips it was almost indecent

That boy worked out--and then some

On either side of his hips, there were these indentations that begged to be touched, but then there were his abs Six-pack? Was it possible to have an eight-pack? I think he had one Shtly rolled muscles I bet I could’ve done a week’s worth of laundry on his stomach Probably would be a heck of a lot more fun way to wash clothes The near-perfect, if not completely perfect, body cauy in real life with actual pecs They were unreal, but totally--

"Do you want to touch?"

Eyes darting up to his face in surprise, I felt my body burn red-hot "E-excuse me?"

His lips curved up and his bicep tensed as he tossed the towel across the room He stood at the side of the bed, arms at his sides, co off Then again, I’d walk around naked if I were a dude and had a body like that, so…

"You were staring atif you wanted to touch," he repeated, and

"I don’t want to touch And I wasn’t staring"

The half-grin spread "You weren’t?"