Five days later, Peyton hadn't changed her opinion of him at all. Not even a little. He was hot and cold by turns, sometimes almost friendly, others so distant she wondered if he even knew she was in the same room with him. But there were a few things she knew for sure. He was, without a doubt, the most mouthwatering man she'd ever seen in her life. Top to bottom, hands down.
She had taken to watching for him to return from his run every morning wearing those flimsy shorts, wondering if today he'd be sporting a visible hard-on. As soon as he finished, he went inside, and when he came out, he was wearing swim trunks. Without giving himself more of a break in between than that, he did that clean knife-like shallow dive into the water and swam for at least another hour.