The towel wrapped below Evander Lancaster's abdomen, leaving his toned chest fully exposed to the air. Not overly exaggerated pectoral muscles, evenly toned chocolate abs, and a silhouette of the Apollo's belt that stretched down into the towel, leading further below to that intriguing area; though still lying dormant, the bulge was indisputably noteworthy.
Feeling a bit parched, Sophia Hamilton picked up a Coke, took a sip, and kept her eyes glued to the TV, appearing completely focused and unfazed.
Evander Lancaster seemed unfazed by his attire, holding a towel in one hand, drying his short hair as he walked over. After sitting down beside Sophia Hamilton, he casually tossed the towel on the coffee table and grabbed a packet of beef jerky, opening it as he asked, "Why aren't you eating? I heard Sophie really likes it."
"Who's Sophie?" Perhaps all females are sensitive to their own kind. Upon hearing the name Sophie, Sophia Hamilton immediately turned around.
