Darren tilted his head to the side before raising an eyebrow. He gave a glance to the bowl of raspberries he's eating as he stood a feet away from his beloved who's just borderline ridiculous.
He's not even kidding. No, no. He is absolutely serious. Henri Timothee is really ridiculous.
Excuse of course his broad shoulders, magnificent tattoos, handsome face, and comely appearance. Those are all agreeable but this. . . this right now is just downright comedy.
Darren is not underestimating him per se, he's just doubting what is happening and what will happen. When he woke up hearing grunts and groans from the balcony of the bedroom, he was greeted with such an attractive sight of him working out. Push ups, sit ups, and some squats.
He saw a tray of breakfast waiting for him at the bedside table and as he ate his toast, his eyes stayed glued to that defined abdomen and suddenly finding himself getting thirsty at that prominent v-line on his pelvis.
