<em>- Bo getting turned on -<br/></em><br/><br/>The way the soft, pink pajamas draped over Mari's body as she slunk forward on her hands and knees drew Bo's fervent attention.  Her eyes were locked on Marcus', the heat between them enticing to watch, which afforded Bo the opportunity to slowly trace her contours with his eyes without her notice.  Her long, silky dark hair cascaded down her back; a few strands tumbled over her shoulders to fall straight down as her body swayed toward Marcus.  Her breasts hung against the silky material, her nipples clearly aroused.  When Bo saw the shape of the nipples, swollen and firm, brushing back and forth against the garment as she moved, his breath caught.  For just a moment he felt guilty staring, until his mind forced his eyes away, further up her body.  But that was no easy relief from the arousal he felt building inside, as his eyes were immediately drawn to the small of her back, her movements having pulled the top away slightly from the waistline of her pajama bottoms, revealing the warm tones of her skin.  And even from the side, the slight flare of her hips, and soft curve of her bottom against the light fabric left little to the imagination.<br/><br/>An image of kneeling up behind Marisol flashed through Bo's mind at that moment, and a warm flush rose to his cheeks.  As she moved back to her seated position, his eyes followed.  Her sudden release of the intensity of the moment, and quick laugh, caused Bo to blink.  His eyes flashed quickly to Mila, then Nicci, part of him wondering if his admiration of Mari's body had been noticed, and part of him not really caring.  When Mari asked who's next, Bo immediately looked at Mila.  Then Nicci spoke, and he realized that perhaps Marcus would choose her.<br/><br/>He wondered for a moment how he would feel about watching Nicci and Marcus kiss.  At the thought, a kernel of aching doubt throbbed in his gut.  He squashed it quickly.  Or tried to.  He tried to reason his way through it.  Sure, he and Nicci had shared a first dance and a private first kiss, and obviously there was some special connection between the two of them.  But he expected to develop a similar connection with each of the other two women as well.  So he couldn't be having these feelings of ... jealousy ... or this lifestyle simply would not work for him.  Glancing between Nicci and Marcus, he wondered if he had been wrong to think that this would work for him.  It was so different from the way he was raised.<br/><br/>Bo took a deep, slow breath, reminding himself of why he was here.  He focused on the men he had met and came to know in that small mountain village, and how content they seemed.  He wanted that so badly for himself.  Try though he might, he had never found that sense of belonging in traditional relationships.  He had made a commitment to see this through and he was determined to do so, which meant, he knew, letting go of some of his old ways.  It wouldn't be easy, but it was better to start working on his internal conflicts now than later.  It was obvious that Nicci was letting Marcus off the hook, but Bo thought it would be better to push the issue now.  Get it over with.  So he could see how it would truly affect him.<br/><br/>Bo wanted to communicate this is some way, but didn't want to interrupt what was, in effect, Marcus' time with the ladies.  As a subtle gesture, he removed his hand from atop Nicci's, letting it rest on his knee.  Then looked to see if Marcus would notice the movement.