Joshua Rodgers stands with his towel slung low over one shoulder, muscles flexing as he shifts his weight from hip to hip, his clean-shaven jaw tight and his dark hair catching the light. His arms cross over his chest in a pose that clings to the fabric, the wooden slats and brick wall behind him framing the way his fingers tap near his face, restless. Every movement is deliberate, the towel slipping just enough to tease what lies beneath.
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