Playing Matchmaker

chapter eighteen

s h e ' s a s l e e p - a b - h o l d e r

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"Well this is the perfect surprise," a very hot, steamy and half naked Tyler commented as he walked out of his bathroom. His hair was dripping wet, with beads of water rolling down his toned chest. Oh god, I wonder if he realises how much his chest affects me—or everyone in that context.

"But, it would definitely be better if you were naked," he winked.

I gaped at him, getting out of my awkward promiscuous position, and sat up on his bed which has the softest duvet on it. "You're such a boy," I wrinkled my nose, "So hormonal. I don't need to be naked, remember, because I'm irresistible with or without."

I think Tyler was half surprised at my not-so-subtle flirting, by the look on his face. He tightened his hold on the towel that was wrapped around his waist, slightly blushing as he realised the position he is in.

Oh, he is definitely just too cute.

I trailed my eyes down his toned chest—his boobies are very nice—and stopped at his abs. I love abs. Abs are god's gift to women. He has a subtle six pack. It isn't overly defined, but it's still there. If you look close enough, you can see every dip and plane of his muscles. Then, I trailed my eyes lower, slightly blushing as I realised how much of a pervert I am. Then, I saw his towel.

"DORA!" I burst out laughing at the towel that was wrapped around his waist. It was pink and orange with Dora's head all over it. "Oh my god, this is too good to be true," I wheezed, clutching my stomach as I laughed without any sound coming out. "Oh look, I'm growing abs from laughing so much."

"Shut up," he hisses at me, walking over to his bureau, assumingly to get out a pair of boxers. "It was the only towel left. Elsa stole all the towels to make a fort, and refuses to give them back. The only ones she left was Dora and Nemo."

"And you picked Dora over Nemo?" I began laughing again.

Tyler groans in reply, already thinking about his impending doom and incoming torture. He will never live this down. He opens up the top shelf, but a confused look hovers over his face. "Where are all my boxers?"

"Maybe Elsa took them?" I shrug innocently.

"Elsa can't even reach my top draw," he crosses his hands over his chest, momentarily forgetting about the fact that he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

The towel dropped.

"OH MY GOD," I screeched, "MY POOR VIRGIN EYES. I'M SCARRED FOR LIFE."

Too bad he was already wearing boxers under the towel. "What the fvck, where's your dick?" I sigh frustrated. I realise how horrible that sounds, covering my mouth with a giggle. My cheeks enflame with red hot heat.

"I could hear you in hear when I was in the shower," he rolls his eyes. "You're not inconspicuous at all. Plus, you kept on giggling to yourself about boxers and it was creeping the shit out of me. You were so excited to see it though," he laughs loudly.