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"Does it bother you?" He asked, after an incisive moment of silence.
"Does...what bother me?" I immediately returned, unable to decipher the objective behind the closed-ended question.
"The way I stare. At you." He pondered, as his dark...
Signaling for Marco to follow, I walked towards them.
"Oh, hey Sasha! Marco! I'm so glad you two could make it." Isabella mused, standing up to give us each a proper hug.
"Of course. And congratulations on the wedding!" I complimented, as she thanked me and greeted Marco.
"I see you got our invitation. We had so much fun on the Vermont trip, it wouldn't feel right to not have you at our wedding. Please sit down." She motioned, as Sean also greeted Marco and I.
Taking a seat at an open folding chair, I allowed myself to momentarily relax. The breeze that swept into the spacious outdoor terrace was a bit chilly, but the fire pit provided a sufficient layer of protection. Marco and I had dressed pretty upscale and, as I took a quick look around, I was beginning to regret that decision. Draped in black Alexander Wang from head-to-toe, I now wished I had settled for a simple pair of sweats and Ugg boots.
"Incoming!" Someone yelled, as a barrage of pool water landed near the fire pit.
The water had thankfully missed me by a couple of inches, but had gotten close enough to prompt me to take a glance in the direction of who had caused the commotion. It turned out to be some drunken man who'd taken an explosive dive into the pool, causing several people in the surrounding area to scold him.
"What the hell was that, Jasper?" Isabella playfully yelled at the man, who'd just resurfaced his head from above the water.
"Sorry, Bella!" The man responded, not seeming the least bit remorseful for his actions as he began to butterfly stroke towards the deeper side of the enclosure. My eyes didn't linger on him for long, as one of the pool's other occupants had completely drawn my focus.
Climbing out of the diamond-shaped landing was a dangerously delectable sight. Kendall had been shirtless and drenched, as his lean body slowly emerged from the enchanting blue waters. He exited the pool from the platformed side steps, holding on to his forest green trunks that were beginning to slide down the length of his narrow hips due to the heavy weight of the water.
His showboat physique never disappointed. It seemed like he'd become even more sculpted from the last time I'd seen his bare torso. His Adonis belt appeared more prominent than ever, harrowingly spotlighting the one part of his body I had yet to explore.
I watched as one of his hands reached for his face to wipe the tiny droplets of water threatening to enter his eyes. His other hand moved towards his hair to pull the dampened strands away from his forehead, sleeking it behind his scalp.
I, along with most of the women and men who had eyes, could only eagerly observe him with unbridled admiration. It never got old watching him. I wondered whether he knew that the very essence of him screamed "fuck me, hard." On second thought, from the generous size of his ego, he most likely did.
When he eventually reached a bench with a pool towel neatly stacked on top, he picked up the dry material and used it to thoroughly pat himself down. After doing so, he threw on a thinly-patterned white t-shirt that clung like glue to his skin.
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