Tony knocked on Jehan's door, soaking wet from the pouring rain. He wore a white shirt, almost unbuttoned, black pants and his glasses.
Jehan was soaking wet, just coming out of the shower with his towel tied around his waist. He opened the door, somewhat taken aback by the man at the door, looking him over a few times, his gaze landing on the other man's chest, the white shirt soaked through in a disgustingly sexy way that captured his attention. "Well, hey. What brings you here, handsome," he asked, leaning against the doorframe as he spoke, not wanting to let him in until he knew what he was there for.

















