Liesl studied the man who knelt on the bed in front of her and watched with butterflies in her stomach as he ripped his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She only had one real partner in her life in the past and she’d always liked Merlin’s six pack abs and defined pecs, but Isaias Machado was solid like a rock. He had ripples and ridges which were so sharp and defined they looked hammered from a chisel. She wondered if she licked them if her tongue would bleed from being sliced. She was absolutely going to test it out. A thick patch of black hair centered on his chest, and it trailed to disappear into the sweatpants he was wearing. She wanted to trace it with her fingers and see where it led.
She finally looked up to his face and he was smirking at her.
“Should I get a nap
