The sight of him even has me thinking wicked thoughts....
Thoughts which I know I should not be having right now - especially, ones of me on my knees, with him standing in front of me, his shorts hanging down around his ankles, my fingers sitting just slightly underneath the rim of his underwear, ready to pull them down.
Right where the V . . .
'Are you coming?' he whispers softly, passing by.
'We have no idea where we are taking this stuff.'
And just like that, the daydream is gone. From the look on his face and the quiet chuckle I hear, I would say he was well aware of where my thoughts were heading.