Page 64 of Mr. Picture Perfect
I’m suddenly under his spell. “Maybe I’m overthinking.”
“You are.”
“I should just …” I let out a nervous chuckle. “I should just go with it. I should just let go and … and let things happen.”
“Only what you’re comfortable with. Only what you want.”
“Only what I want,” I agree.
“And whatdoyou want, Noah?”
My eyes drop to his lips.
He smirks, then tilts his head toward the shower behind him. “Do you … want to join me?”
“Join you?” I bring down my voice. “But my … my parents …”
“They’re asleep. It’s just us. We’re the only guys awake in the whole house. The only guys in the whole town. The only guys in the whole world. Just you … and me.” He leans on the doorframe, his beautiful figure eclipsing the light. “We can both do our part in saving the world. Conserve water. Wash each other’s backs.”
“I’m not sure howwashing each other’s backssaves the world.”
“It saves mine,” he murmurs.
I meet his eyes.
His dreamy eyes stare back, nearly twinkling.
My heart does a triple backflip off a trampoline, way too high, and lands in a pit of colorful balls. Giggling like a schoolboy. Free as a child on summer vacation.
“If you’d rather take separate showers,” he says, “you totally can. I wouldn’t force you. But you have the option to join me. The door is always … open.” Then he winks and turns away.
And peels off his shirt.
My eyes dive into the smooth, rippling pool of his beautiful back. His muscles move like water as he works his shirt off over his head. When he sets it aside, I see a sly smirk on his face.
He knows I’m watching.
Then he drops his pants and underwear down together with a quick, casual thrust.
Chapter 12
Noah
My eyes drop to Cole’s smooth, firm butt.
His toned thighs that give way to two perfect legs. To his two shapely calves. Even his feet, which somehow carry personality in the light way he treads as he steps out of his clothes.
Then he walks up to the shower, leans in, and twists on the water. He stands there by the side, reaching his hand in to test the temperature, making no effort to hide himself from me.
He glances over his shoulder at me, that sly smirk still curling his lips ever so slightly.
Then he slides the shower door open and steps in, but leaves it open just enough to show his back as he lets the water run over his body.
Thin streams of water draw roadmaps down his tapered back.
Tracing lines down his muscles that lead like a canyon to the tops of his butt cheeks, pert and beautiful.
I’m drawn to him, as if by the force of gravity, unable to pull away so easily. It felt like just a minute ago I was set on going back to my room to give him his privacy. It was the respectful thing to do. The right thing. The obvious thing.
