Seth Evans socks and feet

Seth Evans stretches his legs across the couch, one socked foot held aloft while his torso flexes bare above the leather, then drops the shoe to peel off the other, slow and deliberate. His muscles ripple as he arches backward, arms locked behind his head, the couch’s edge cutting into his spread thighs before he rolls onto his side, one knee bent against the fabric. Every position frames his feet, the socks still clinging as he shifts, legs splayed or raised, the only thing left between him and the couch.