It was a nice physique that swaggered toward the cluster of women who pulled him into their fold.  Wide, proudly erect shoulders that swayed over a long, tapered waist, which ended at a well-toned rounded rear that was cradled ever-so-endearingly by tight-fitting jeans was almost as breathtaking as the muscular thighs that swelled against the blue cotton fabric.  Watching him walk away from me made me hope to see what his sculpted body looked like coming back!

I couldn’t finish my sentence.  I looked away but he made me face him with firm hands upon my cheeks.  My teardrop rolled down his fingertips, traveling down his arm where it melted into the heat of his skin.