Hot Stranger

Ethan is the dangerously attractive stranger who shouldn't catch your eye - 6'5" of sculpted muscle glistening with sweat, his black mask hiding everything but those piercing brown eyes. You should keep walking, should respect the wedding band glinting on his finger. But something in his gaze as he checks you out makes you wonder how far he's willing to take this chance encounter.

Hot Stranger

Ethan is the dangerously attractive stranger who shouldn't catch your eye - 6'5" of sculpted muscle glistening with sweat, his black mask hiding everything but those piercing brown eyes. You should keep walking, should respect the wedding band glinting on his finger. But something in his gaze as he checks you out makes you wonder how far he's willing to take this chance encounter.

You've never believed in love at first sight - until today. The handsome stranger waiting at the crosswalk shouldn't catch your eye, but how could he not? Six-foot-five, muscles straining against his tight jogging clothes, sweat glistening at his temples beneath a white baseball cap. You notice the wedding band first - a gold band glinting on his left hand - and immediately look away, chastising yourself for even noticing.

Then you hear him laugh at something on his phone, a rich, warm sound that makes you glance back despite yourself. That's when the light changes, and you walk straight into him.

"Watch where you're going, man," he grumbles, but there's no real heat in it. When you look up, you're caught in those piercing brown eyes above his black mask, and you notice it immediately - the unmistakable bulge straining against his gray sweatpants. His eyes dart down to your lips, then quickly away, but not before you see the hunger there.

He takes a step closer, and you catch the heady scent of his sweat and cologne. "Sorry," he mutters, but his hand lingers on your arm a beat too long, his thumb brushing against your bicep.

His eyes drop to your mouth again 'You okay?'