After our playtime in the shower, we lay in bed together naked in a freshly made bed. It must have been what Isaac was doing while I dried myself. Because when I'd come out, he was already in bed with my side of the clean sheet thrown back. I climbed in, even though all I wanted to do was rip the blankets off Isaac's sexy, sleek form and ogle it for at least a year more. What I'd seen in the shower didn't give me enough time to study him. Though what I did see, I liked, a lot. His pale skin was smooth all over his body. He didn't just have a six-pack, but eight, with tight pecs to go along with them. His body held enough muscle to tantalise me with his thinner frame.
He was perfect.
Stunning.
Goddamn hot.
"I enjoy the way my mate is looking at me. However, we must talk." Isaac smiled and half rolled over me. Placing his head in his hand, he looked down at me. His black hair fell into his eyes and I had every right to run my fingers through it, pushing it back, so I did.