Later this afternoon, before dinnertime, we take the ferry back to the mainland and walk to my apartment. I admit, we’re both exhausted and probably need a nap. By the time we walk into my place, we’re soaked from head to toe from the downpour. The Canadian rain hasn’t been kind.
We drop our collection of bags near the apartment’s front door.
He kicks off his soaked running shoes.
I tell him, “I’ll fetch us towels to dry off with.”
“Great idea.”
Upon my return to the foyer area, Jamie’s buck naked. He stands on the tiles, dripping wet from head to toe. I can’t help but look at him. He’s just as handsome, if not more, than Dean Flynn. A god. Herculean. Thor-like. Just…beautiful. Gawking, I scan from his head down to his toes. I take in his rain-dappled blond hair, muscled shoulders, po
