So, after our trip, we made it back to the hotel and ended up lounging around in just our underwear since all our clothes were tossed in the wash. Kavin, my best friend, was chilling there with me. I mean, this guy is a beast—football player with a rock-solid body and honestly, he’s ridiculously handsome. We’re super comfortable with each other, so walking around the hotel in the buff isn’t a big deal for us, especially at night when we make those mad dashes to the bathroom or raid the fridge for late-night snacks.

Yeah, we’ve seen each other naked a few times, and while I try to avoid staring—don’t want to get caught ogling him—it’s tough not to glance. He’s got that whole attractive vibe going on, and sometimes, I just can’t help but look. It’s wild how easy it is to forget about clothes when you’re just hanging out with someone you trust.