Ops. I could not help but look at his sculpted body as he laid there almost perfectly naked only in his black boxers.
No! No!
As my sane was in battle but my mind was keen saying that, but I'm still only human, right?
And then when he was lean, muscular and perfectly defined from head to toe. His posture was way too perfect.
Suddenly, I felt dirty standing over his passed out body checking him out, but no one should ever look like that perfect and that's just not right.
Now I needed to move him up to his pillow. I put the cool cloth on his head, and he stirred. I grabbed under his arms and pulled him up the best I could.
After I turned him on his side in case he vomited again, a slight groan came from his mouth. I found a blanket, on a chair in the corner of his room, and covered him with it. I sighed and looked at the clock on the nightstand, showing it's two o'clock in the morning and I was exhausted and desperately need some sleep.
