Dove
Why did that specific drop of sweat travel down from his neck, over his golden tanned chest, perfectly over his nipple, down the ripple of his abs then down to disappear into his shorts that I currently wished weren't even there?
He slightly licked his bottom lip as he finished up his call with a small smile. His eyes on me from the open door in his office that I always wondered what it led to. There was an entire mini gym set up as well as a bed and a clothing rack with spare clothes.
I could tell he was still setting it up but didn't really mind if it wasn't complete. He tapped on his earbud and slowed down the treadmill until it stopped.
"Hi Little bird," he walked over to me looking like a man from my dreams. His skin glistening, his hair slightly wet and stuck to his forehead and neck. His cheeks rosy from exercise and a bright smile on his face. Did his shorts always look that great on him? Were his calves always that strong?
