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He is mesmerized, watching that tiny droplet of sweat run slowly from those rich, soft curls at the temple, down that smooth, delectable neck. He wants to follow it with his tongue, down that creamy, inviting column. He would exhale where he had licked, causing shivers and goosebumps on those long, lean arms. Once the droplet pools there, he needs to bite that tempting collarbone.
He isn’t watching to see it coming, but not even a hard tackle to the ground and Coach Singh shouting at him to pay attention interrupts his focus on the path of that alluring droplet.