Lance Bryant naked in the pool

Lance Bryant leans against the pool’s edge, his tattooed arms flexing as he rests his head in his hands, the water glinting off his brown hair. He sits with legs bent, fingers tracing his face or gripping a towel, the urban skyline blurred behind him. Every pose is deliberate, hands on his head, body angled toward the water, before he shifts, the cloth slipping from his grip.