“I never found our swimwear the least bit sexy.” Mathias rose. “Those boxer briefs—yeah. Loose in places…tight in others. Mmm.” He followed me around, brushing against me and my proverbial drawers as I rummaged through the other kind in my itty-bitty john, gathering the shaving stuff, and then making my way back to the living room.
“More light and more room out here,” I said. I went to the kitchen and turned on the tap to let the water run hot—it always took a while—while searching the cupboard for a large bowl or pan to use like a basin.
“We’re really doing that?”
“Isn’t that what you came for?” I found a large stockpot my mom had sent home with me one time when I’d said I’d like to try to make soup. I never had. “And you wanted to talk. Two birds…”
“I guess.”
“So…I saw your cover.”
“Nice, huh?”
“You all into being famous?”
“Maybe.”