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Kate knocked lightly on Oliver's apartment door, which swung open almost immediately. Her eyes met Oliver's disheveled appearance, a stark contrast to her memory of his usual composure. He stood before her in a grey t-shirt and boxer shorts, his hair ruffled in an enticing disarray, the sheen of grease casting an unexpected allure. Droplets of perspiration hinted at his recent exertion, and the telltale dumbbells strewn across the floor confirmed her suspicion.

"You look like a mess," Kate quipped, her gaze lingering on his enticing, tousled locks. Memories of the night's sounds danced in her mind, lending a mischievous glint to her eyes.

Oliver chuckled sheepishly, a touch of embarrassment tainting his voice. "Sorry about that. I was burning the midnight oil on a project and couldn't catch much sleep." He explained, casting a glance towards his unkempt state. "Usually, I'd indulge in a long shower and put on decent clothes, but today, I'll expedite the process." With a sense of purpose, he handed her a steaming cup of tea.

Kate smiled and took a seat on the couch. "Just chill here, I'll be out in five minutes." Oliver said as he grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom.

The bathroom was in the same room as the living area. And the light from the window inside it hit its door in such an angle that Oliver's silhouette was clearly visible on the door. Kate stared at it as he stripped down. He lathered his body with soap and rubbed it over his muscles, while his fingers worked magic on his hair with a handful of shampoo.. She could briefly see the outline of his soft cock dangle in the air as he squeezed water from his hair.

She wondered if he knew she was watching him. Her breath caught in her throat, she felt her pussy getting wet. She closed her eyes and pictured him stroking his cock. Just then, the door opened. Oliver had wrapped a towel around his waist, he walked out drying his hair with another towel.

Kate couldn't help but be distracted by the sight of him. She hadn't gotten a good look at him the other night on the balcony, but now she saw that he was even more handsome than she thought. While Jake's body was good, Oliver's was just ridiculous. He was tall and his muscles were long and lean, like a runner's. And they were clearly defined, she could have taken a marker and etched every single line. He was.. hot.