is at the sink, back
toward me, wearing
nothing but skimpy
briefs. I thought Trey
was buff, but Brad’s
body is better. Whether
that has to do with working
construction or only
a matter of a few extra
years, I don’t know.
[Who cares? Yummy!]
Anyway, ogling the hew
of his shoulders and
back is not why I’m
here. “Brad, I, uh…”
He jumps and yanks
in my direction. Holy
shit, Kristina. You
scared the living
hell out of me! Your car
isn’t in the driveway,
so I figured you must
have stayed in town.
The quick move slightly
parts the opening in his
BVDs, offering a glimpse
of something rather private.
I can’t help but smile.
He glances down, but