Han's POV
It's not like I like teasing him. But there's something about Tyler that pulls me under.
Like I'm drowning and somehow, I don't want to come up for air.
He has this energy. This… glow. Like the sun and the storm at the same time.
"Control yourself, Han," I whispered to myself before opening the door.
Only to stop dead in my tracks.
Elvin was sitting on the bed.
Naked.
Completely.
But my body didn't respond.
Not the way it did when I saw him. Not like when I saw Tyler soaked, blonde strands falling over his eyes, water dripping down his skin. His body was lean, tight, the kind of masculine that whispered rather than screamed. His wrists made to be held. His hair long enough to tug when he.....
I snapped out of the thought.
But Elvin noticed.
He smirked. "You're already hard, darling," he purred, stepping toward me. His robe slipped, revealing more skin with every step. He was naked underneath, only that silken belt lazily tied.
