Drio stood with his hands loosely tucked into the pockets of his dark gray pants that flowed over his hard thighs like water. His open jacket was the same color. His white shirt had the top two buttons open, a light dusting of blond hair peeking through. The sleeves were rolled up to his mid-forearm, exposing ropy muscle, and if that wasn't enough to make me press my legs tight together, over the shirt, Drio wore a light grey button-up vest with the bottom button undone.

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