“Ready to get out of here, huh?” He smiled. “Theater is not my cup of tea.” We walked back to Derek’s cabin, all smiles along the way. “Did you enjoy the show?” “I enjoyed the entire day. Thank you.” His eyebrows shot up. “Really? Even the bikes?” I shrugged. “It’s not something I would’ve come up with on my own, but I enjoyed myself. Going to be sore in the morning, though.” “I can help you with that,” he said as we stepped in the cabin. My heart quickened. “Oh, yeah? How so?” He immediately stripped down to his boxers, heading to the kitchen for a beer. Just a few days before, the sight sickened me, and now not only did I expect it, I loved watching him in the buff. The pile of clothes he trailed behind was still bothersome, though. He popped the cap and dropped it on the counter.
