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Chapter 8

The boxer briefs came down, and Hendrix spun around. Robin’s eyes stayed midway down Hendrix’s body, suddenly taking in his penis and the ginger hair atop it.

“What should I do with the clothes?” Hendrix seemed unabashed. He didn’t try to cover himself, nor did he seem the slightest bit uneasy about Robin staring right at his thick, cut dick, or Mags trying to get at it with his nose.

“Mags…”

“He’s okay.”

Robin knew anxiety was a funny thing, a condition that manifested itself in different ways in different people. He snapped his fingers, and the dog returned to his side. “Stay.” Robin understood how Hendrix could be petrified of thunder and still not be bothered by stripping in front of a stranger. Robin, on the other hand, would rather fly a metal kite right out in the storm than stand there one more minute with no shirt on. “Just toss them over the shower rod.” He crossed his arms over his chest, finally meeting Hendrix’s eyes with his.