Heading out for the water, I strip off my shirt and shorts, my body on display as my modesty is only covered by two black strips of fabric. Already O can feel his eyes upon my body, the cold water hitting my stomach shortly after as I bring the board with me deeper into the water.
In seconds Axel has caught up, his shirt gone as I find it hard to resist looking at his torso. God I want to count how many there are of perfect abs. I know what he says is true: that we are mates. Yet the idea is hard to wrap my head around still. Hell, I feel the attraction to him, but I bet many others do just by looking at him. I'm no different than the rest when it comes to sexualizing him. I sound like a hoe. I sound cheap.
As my feet can no longer reach the bottom, I lift myself up into the board, reply
