When Desire Forgot Its Manners
The mans upper body was completely uncovered. You could see that he was really toned and defined. He still felt warm from his bath. Water was dripping down his shoulders. Along his back. It followed the shape of his spine. The drops of water would stick to him for a moment, before falling off. When they hit the floor they made it look darker. His hair was damp. It was sticking to the back of his neck. The strands were curling up a little as they dried. The mans body was still holding the heat of the bath. One towel was wrapped around his waist, low so you could see the shape of his hips. He had another towel on his shoulders. He was using it to dry his hair. He was doing it slowly not thinking about it just kind of going through the motion. The towel was moving through his hair in strokes like he was not even paying attention to what he was doing.
The room was quiet… until—
Knock. Knock.
Leon just stopped moving all of a.
