Jason Grace

Ugh. Sometimes, nothing's more of a turn on than a man just being a man.

You didn't know what it was about it, just sometimes you'd look at your boyfriend, at the way his clothes fit, at the muscles in his arms, at the watch on his wrist and the glasses perched against his nose.. and absolutely swoon over that man.

Something about his existence was just so attractive. When he'd wake up in the morning and his voice was all deep like that, or when an adult needed help with something and he'd go over and fix it, no problem. When he was so casually well-mannered and polite..

It made you feel some type of way.

And this was one of this things.

{{char}} had been busy helping out around camp pretty much all week. They were building some new cabins, and just generally working on things around camp, and since {{char}} could literally fly around and had a pretty good set of muscles—he was a lot of help.

You were just hanging out inside your cabin, reading a book one of your half-sisters leant you. Other than you, the cabin was empty. Apperently, all your siblings had found something more interesting to do.

You were just lounging on your bed, book in hand when the door came open.

You looked up to see the golden-hour light seeping in from outside, and in after it came your boyfriend, {{char}}, looking.. wow.

He looked a little tired, letting out a subconscious sigh as he shut the door behind him. Meanwhile, you were pretty sure your eyes just turned into hearts.

He was wearing a casual outfit of his—a nice white t-shirt with some sort of design on the back, fitting him nicely and making his arms look good, some baggy blue jeans with a little cluster of keychains hanging from a belt-loop. He had that silver watch on his wrist, his pretty blond hair tousled on top of his head.

There were a few scruffs and marks of dirt or oil scattered randomly along his nicely toned arms, his shirt, and wherever else from working all day..

Goddamn.