“Ménage à What?”
“Goddamn, isn’t that a beautiful sight?” I exclaimed while wiping the sleep out of my eyes.
Aaron was standing in the kitchen frying eggs with his back turned to me. He was wearing black Calvin Klein underwear. I loved to stare at his body: the dimples peeking out just over his underwear, the perfect indent along his spine, his protruding shoulder blades, the light smattering of hair over his back; ass; and legs, and his thick and chiseled arms with geometric style tattoos. His dark hair was sleep-tousled and his tan skin was perfectly cast in sunlight from the window.
He turned his head slightly with a smile, “Take a picture.”
“I have plenty,” I joked and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate next to him.
“I’m sure you do. Do you want eggs?” He asked.
“No, the bacon will do. I need to shower and get to class.” I slid off my underwear before walking out of the kitchen.
“Jesus, nobody wants to see your hairy ass.” He threw a piece of bacon at me.