The first time I noticed how attractive my best friend was,
I nearly wrecked my car.
There he was walking out the front entrance of our school,
swim trunks hanging well below the toned muscles of his abdomen, wet hair
slicked back and gleaming in the sunlight, towel thrown carelessly over his
shoulder, and a smirk on his face as if walking around half naked was
completely normal. Just because he just got out swim practice, for some reason, he
didn’t feel the need to put his clothes back on.