Tyler stopped when he looked at the floor of his bedroom. I saw the moment he noticed the towel was no longer attached to his body.
His grin fell harder than I had for his dick.
“I’m naked, aren’t I? I’ve been naked this whole time.”
“Yup.”
“I’d turn and come after you but then I’d still be naked. Thanks for not saying anything.” He stepped inside and slammed the door.
I yelled back, “You are more than welcome. Make sure you put on some clothes before we step outside to the paparazzi.”
Something hit the door, a shoe maybe. It didn’t matter. I got to memorize that golden, delicious body of his. After he leaves for work, I could break out the action team.