I took a calm breath before I peeked into the slightly cracked door. Standing by his overlarge window, he stared down at the empty fields. His face was plain. His eyes were unfocused as if in thought. The usual I would say.

Where is his shirt?!

His entire upper body was bare, the muscles in his back shifting subtly as he breathed. Broad shoulders, ridges of tension along his spine, and faint scars that caught the light just enough to remind me he wasn’t as untouchable as he liked to ...