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—Elsa Schiaparelli

A eese flew in V formation past the bathroomTony admired their military precision and dedication as he rubbed a towel across his wet hair Doubtful any of the et ith one of the fes

He dragged the towel across his chest It was a shitty day when geese had a better sense of self-preservation than he did

The gray-and-black flyers disappeared froain Gritting his teeth, he wrapped the towel around his hips cursing the o away—not while Sylvie’s lavender scent wafted under the closed door of the bathroo the traitorous body part with bad ideas

A soft giggle erupted fro him all the more tense

He wouldn’t look at the bathrooain

He

Would

Not

He looked at the bathrooain The one that led to his bedrooht In…an oversized T-shirt? So at all? The possibilities made his mouth water and his chubby stiffen into a full-on boner

Walking ed than normal, he crossed to the sink and opened the medicine cabinet His hand hovered next to the can of Barbasol and disposable razor for athe cabinet under the sink instead He rooted past a stack of towels and three rolls of toilet paper until his hand landed on his leather shaving kit and pulled it out The fancy shaving creaift last Christmas Really, it was about time he used it

He’d whipped up the crea it across his stubble when the door flew open

“Drea, you are such a dork I will not walk around the house wrapped in Saran Wrap Where do you read this shit?” Phone glued to her ear, Sylvie stepped into the bathrooreen tank top that dipped loeen her boobs and the world’s sreen panties Her honey-brown hair fell in waves around her face, ood time

If only

In a heartbeat he understood what those annoying commercials meant about painful erection Damn, he’d never been this hard