Jonah Knight stretches across the bed, his lean body bare in the last frames, fingers tracing his own chest before sliding down to his thigh. The blue swim trunks cling tight in the first shots, then vanish as he leans back, arms stretched behind his head, the patterned headboard framing his smooth, sun-kissed skin. His hands move deliberately, on his hip, his neck, his face, each pose sharp and deliberate, the shift from clothed to completely exposed a slow, deliberate strip.
