IT WAS ALWAYS YOU

I wish I would have acted, I wish I would have never opened my eyes, his towel hung loosely around his hips, his long soft hair was covering his forehead, and his chest bared for my eyes to look at, it was my first time I was looking at him like that with nothing on his body.

It felt like the moment stilled, he stilled and everything around us paused.

I should have closed my eyes, asked him to leave and come back in clothes but no, I didn't. I stared at him. I ogled. Our eyes locked. Water dripped from his hair to his nose, and lips and mixed with other droplets on his chest.

My eyes noticed the extensive scars on his body, they were permanently bruised what kind of fight he would have been into to get them? The tattoos spread all over his torso, some of which were difficult to even make out. His chest was rising and falling in the rhythm making him appear sexier. The more I think about not letting him enter my system the more he was getting himself deeply embedded in my system.

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