Kapitel 6: Chapter 6

You’re in your underwear,I think, watching him openly as he struts across the lawn.

He doesn’t appear to care—I can see a triangle of dark hair curled behind his fly and when he bends to pick up the paper, the material pulls taut across his ass. So nonchalant, as if he’s the star in this number and this is his big scene. He knows the world is watching him and he wants to put on a good show. He unrolls the paper, glances at the headlines and then, as if finally feeling the weight of my gaze on his shoulders, he looks my way.

Finally, at me.

With that one look I swear he knows about my dreams, the ones where he bucked beneath me, the ones that left my sheets soiled this morning. He must know I watched him last night, watched Rudy loving him—he has to know I’m hard already this early in the morning and it’s all because of him. Damn.