HE IS OBSSESED
And it was coming from the pool area.
I tiptoed to the sliding glass door and peered through the blinds, my heart thumping a heavy rhythm against my ribs.
Austin was on the ground, leaning back against the chaise lounge, just in his black boxer briefs this time. They were cut low on his hips, and even from this distance, they left little to the imagination. The cotton was stretched taut, and my eyes, involuntarily, agonizingly zeroed in on the unmistakable shape beneath the fabric. He was close to an erection, or just big.
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