As I approached Leo's bedroom, I noticed that his door
wasn't ajar like I'd left it. It was completely closed now so I stood there for
a moment, listening for sounds on the other side… nothing. I’m sure it was
ridiculous, but I still felt some strange need to check on him. Blame it on my
guilt over nearly turning him into road kill. As quietly as possible so I
wouldn't wake him, I turned the handle and slowly pushed open the door. And nothing on God's good green earth could
have prepared me for what I found waiting on the other side.
Leo's buck-naked ass.
Okay, so at some point in the night he must have woken
up, undressed, and fallen back to sleep on top of the covers. His old clothes
were scattered across the room, and Leo, with his face buried deep into a
pillow, now wore nothing except his birthday suit. The worst part of this
entire experience: I couldn't look away. My eyes, which were probably popping
from my skull like a cartoon character, were unavoidably glued to that ass.
Admittedly, I was inexperienced in the whole ass-gazing department, but even my
unschooled eyes knew a good thing when they saw one.
Who knew that buried under all those designer suits and
Oxford shirts was one gorgeous body? Lean and tall, Leo had just the right
amount of muscle in all the right places. But the biggest surprise of all, and
something I never would have expected, was a giant tattoo that covered most of
his shoulders and a large portion of his back. Angel wings. They were
beautiful, intricate intense and dark, all at once. I tried to decide if the
wings contradicted or complemented Leo's character. Maybe the tattoo artist
should have given him a devil's tail instead.
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1 comment:
Lol. Woot woot! Sounds like such a fun sexy scene. Can't wait to read this one.
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