““My eyes unapologetically trailed down the length of his torso, down the thin line of hair leading into his underwear and stopped on his…massive erection. Oh, God. Now, it made sense why he was suddenly modest. Clearing my throat, I said, “You…you’re…” “Hard.” “Yes.” “It’s called morning wood. I can’t be responsible for how I wake up…especially under these conditions.” “Sleeping next to a goat. Did it turn you on?” I laughed. “I was referring to your impromptu striptease a few seconds ago. And now, you barged over here again before I had a chance to calm the fuck down from it.””
