He was wearing the most flowery swimming shorts he could find. They were long enough that they covered his scar and hovered just above his knee. No shirt was on today, his grey curly chest hairs were bleaching in the sun. They looked better on a pumped body.
House squinted, trying to get a better view of his daughter in the distance. "The only person I want a big wet kiss from is your mother." He rolled his eyes. "I don't want to get used to that smell. I have standards."