(TYLER)
Sasha and I retire up there quickly, and I decide to take a shower.
Sasha, when I come out, has stripped naked apart from his bandages, which I'm so used to seeing on him these days that I barely even notice them. I concentrate instead on the movement of the muscles in his ass and thighs as he prowls the bedroom.
Sasha has been thinking, based on his bunched-up brows and tight lips.
"Everything okay?" I ask casually, dropping my towel.
He glances up, then does a double take at the sight of my ass as I look over my shoulder at him. Good to know I'm still a distraction for him. i don't know why, but it makes my heart leap.
