The Making Of Setho

First Looks: Seth

Guude made his best drowsy he could and pointed me towards my room and muttered incoherently about being sorry and something about Etho.

I open the door to see a dim room with two beds. One of them was occupied by the only person who I've never seen before.

Etho's sleeping figure dressed in skinny jeans and an appealing fitted t shirt. He still had his shoes on suggesting that he crashed before he had the chance.
Of all his slim yet muscular body, only his face was truly hidden from my analysis. He had pale, yet still tanned skin.

I shook the want to look at his handsome body from my mind since I really needed to get out of these clothes. I peel off all the sweaty layers of fabric, letting out a sigh when i finish undressing. I search through my single bag for my boxers some shorts and a shirt. I manage to gather all three and set them on the unoccupied bed.

I start to pull my boxers on when I look up to find meltingly hot violet eyes locked on to mine. I can't move as I watch his eyes slowly drift downwards.