If Sirius thought Remus looked good with his shirt on, it was nothing to how he looked with it off. He had wide, strong shoulders; a leanly muscled stomach that nipped in at the waist; and finely carved hipbones. A soft dusting of golden hair across his firm chest ran down his abs and disappeared under the waistband of his sinfully short, red swim trunks. His legs were ridiculously, impossibly long, and his thigh muscles undulated and flexed under his skin with every movement. And—perhaps most enticingly of all—he had a long, thin scar running from one sharp collarbone diagonally across his chest. It just grazed the edge of his nipple before continuing jaggedly down the side of his torso.