" Standing in the doorway, wearing only a white towel latched under his pelvic muscles.
Tommy Bianchi is dripping wet.
My mouth turns bone dry.
Lord Jesus. Whoever made his image needs a big fucking bonus.
Inked body. Olive skin. Defined muscles. Miles and miles of protruding veins. Dusting of dark body hair. And that’s without adding in his six-foot three stature. Yeah, I checked his wiki page last night to see what details his fangirls knew about him.
He isn’t hard on the eyes.
It doesn’t hurt to look at all that wet skin.
Not at all.
I can see why he’s been voted People’s Sexiest Man Alive. "
― V. Theia , Manhattan Muse (From Manhattan #8)