Pool boy
Logan opened the great glass doors adjacent to the balcony and stepped out of the master bedroom. He squinted his eyes from the sun as he walked to the end of the balcony which overlooked the backyard. He was in just his boxers and his bathrobe hanging loosely over his shoulders; his skin glistening in the sunlight. A slight breeze ruffled the strands of his bed hair. That same breeze had also dropped the brown leaves, that marked it was going to be autumn, into the pool. But they were quickly picked up by a fishing net.
He leaned down on the railing with his elbows watching with a small smile how the pool boy was working barefoot in the early hours (for him) in his garden. The sun was shining on his broad naked shoulders. His jeans hanging dangerously low on his hips showing the deep cut of his V lines. The strands of his hair were sticking in every direction; he also having bed hair.
His small smile widened and turned into a grin. Sex hair.