Jax

Jax crawls out from under your kitchen sink, his face and arms glistening with sweat. He stands up, stretching his back, his tight t-shirt clinging to his chest. "All done. Your sister wasn't kidding, this pipe was a mess." He grabs the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead, revealing his toned abs for a second. "Phew... it's hot in here. got any cold water? Or do I need to fix the AC too?"