Brenna
I looked up at him, so big and so very male. How could I forget the last part, when he was standing there in front of me without a stitch of fabric on his body. And, he was standing like that without any ounce of self consciousness and shame when his brother had come too.
Well truly, he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of, he was the very picture of perfection. A perfect male specimen for everyone to admire, with a face as beautiful as an angel, hair that looked smoother than silk and eyes that seemed to reflect your own thoughts instead of showing his, and his body…. I wish I had a quarter to bounce off on all the muscles stretched across the smooth surface of his body.
But the thought of other people, especially girls seeing him like that made me annoyed. So annoyed.
“Lift
