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Better yet—who

It’s him

Electricity courses through my body

I feel warly in an instant

Trent is naked

Lying in his sauna The glass foggy froh to block my view of him

And I see everything

Every inch of his perfectly formed body

My eyes trail over his exposed skin

Lower

Lower

Holy hell

I want to fan myself Or better yet, lie on top of him

He is hard, thick, and long

I wonder what he’s thinking If he’s thinking about someone

If he’s thinking about me

My tongue feels heavy

My cheeks are burning

I’m on fire

Move Payton

The last thing I want is for this

I will myself to take a step back

Then another

I retrace my path backward until I’m out of view

Until I can retreat to the confines of my room

As soon as I’m sure he can’t hearacross the hall and sla the door shut

Once it closes behindmy back on the heavy wood

Head in my hands, I finally exhale

Now that I’ve seen hiain

The unbelievably sexy ie has branded itself in my brain

And so tells me no quantity of cold showers, or even holy water, will rid me of it

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Payton

Days have passed, and just as I suspected, the ie haunts me

Trent naked

Yeah, it’s all I think about

I’ an even crappier job at just existing with his picture in my mind If Trent really wanted to kill my academic career, he should’ve skipped the chores and extra hoht to the nudity