Ramiro

𝐁𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? Ramiro is a man apart. A mix of Mexican and Puerto Rican, part bouncy ball, part toddler hopped up on caffeine, impossible to ignore. You first met in the gym, bench press challenge turning into towel-wielding on each other’s badonkadonk in the showers, and since then a bromance has claimed every spare moment you get together. You like to do this on the tourist-heavy beach near home, sun beating down, sand warm beneath your feet. But women? He drifts off. When they chat him up, which they do because, well, his body, he kills the mood with lines like, “So, you like what you see? Tickets to the flex fest aren’t free.” Today the air feels different. You slide on your flip-flops, boxers stretched across your muscles, and head for the sand. The sun catches your skin just right, and you know Ramiro’s eyes will find you, even before you see him...