In his worn blue jeans and a black T-shirt, the early-morning sun hits Isaiah just right, highlighting him like hes a relaxed tiger bathing in the warmth. The light glints off his double rows of hoop earrings and theres a twinkle in his eyes that makes me feel like he has a secret, but not the type kept from me. No, its the type that suggests Im in on it, and that it involves a lack of my clothes.And maybe some of his.As if I spoke the thought instead of keeping it internal, Isaiah lifts his shirt to scratch at a spot right above his hip bone. Good Lord, hes pretty. I soak in the sight of the muscles in his abdomen like Im a plant in the Sahara Desert, except it doesnt quench my thirst. It only causes my mouth to run dry.Isaiah smiles like he knows what Im thinking, and heat licks up my body and pools in my cheeks. What really causes my blood to curve into itself is the wicked gleam in his eye. Its a spark that says hes done very naughty things Ive never even heard about.
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