December 22, 2016 by dellanioakes
“Don’t worry, I won’t look.”
“You’re filthy too.”
“And when you’re upstairs, I’ll throw my stuff in. Pants!” She closed her eyes and held out her hand.
Jade heard the jeans unzip. That was followed by the sound of wet denim flopping on the floor at her feet. Eyes not quite shut, she watched him walk to the living room and get yet another set of clean clothing from his bag. The navy blue silk boxers were wet, clinging to him like skin. Sheree must have been out of her mind to give up a man who was built like him. He was a feast for the eyes for sure.
“I see you,” he said as he stalked toward the stairs. “You keep looking, I’ll give you something to look at.” With that parting shot, he took the stairs two at a time.
© 2016 Dellani Oakes