We all love man candy. Don't lie. And as an author of romantic fiction, I consider it my duty to provide you with it. But none of those oiled up, banana hammock shots. I prefer classy dudes, with no private parts visible. Sorry to let you down. But I have a feeling that you're thanking me. Especially today.
Though I have to admit...I feel like a dirty old woman for lusting after this tasty treat. After all, I remember watching him in a baseball movie with the kids I used to nanny. This officially makes me a sicko. But look at him.....