'Sure, I'll get you some.' My face felt flushed, and I hope he didn't notice.
'Can I have some water?' he asked suddenly. As he turned around to grab his next item, I could see part of a six-pack. I traced his spine with my gaze from his shoulder blades down to the waistband of his jeans which were barely held on by a black leather belt with metal square studs all around the length. He had that V shape that swimmers often have, and his bronzed skin was slightly shiny from the sheen of sweat. He put something else away before pronouncing it's 'so fucking hot!' here and stripped off the top. I didn't really have anywhere else to go, so I stayed put. 'If you want to wake up in the morning, then mind your own goddamn business,' he replied and turned around to continue unpacking. 'Why don't you mind your own fuckin' business!' he spat. He caught me gazing at his pants once, and he gave me a pretty dirty look. That's when I noticed I could see his plaid boxers through some of the holes in his jeans. While his caseworker spoke with our foster mom, I showed him to the room we'd be sharing.
