Alex Pov
I found David in the backyard mid-morning, already deep into the deck expansion project. He was shirtless again, powerful back glistening as he hammered joists into place. His work shorts rode low, revealing the dimples at the base of his spine and the top of his firm ass. My mouth went dry just watching him.
“Need help?” I asked, stepping out in nothing but shorts and sneakers.
David glanced over his shoulder, eyes darkening for a second as they traced my chest. “Yeah. Grab the level and hold this beam steady.”
We worked side by side for hours. No Marcus. No Jordan (who was out running errands). Just us, the sun, and the growing ache between us. Sweat poured down my body, mixing with sawdust. Every time I bent to brace a board, David leaned in close. When he reached across me
