![]() Yes, yes, and maybe.īut I didn’t expect to wake up with more questions. All man.Īnd all those questions I’d asked myself last night-Am I really attracted to him? Would I like it if we hooked up? Am I totally crazy?-I know the answers to them now. ![]() ![]() I realize this is the first time I’ve seen him naked in the light of day, and his skin gleams in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. He’s still averting his gaze, so he has no idea I’m admiring his lean, sculpted muscles and the black ink winding around his heavy biceps. “Figured I’d let you sleep in.” He kicks off his shoes and socks, then strips out of his shorts. “It’s f*cking hot out there,” he mumbles without glancing my way. He peels it off his muscular chest and throws it aside. He’s in running gear, the front of his sleeveless shirt drenched in sweat. The door suddenly swings open and Wes trudges inside, red-faced and breathing hard. And how screwed up is that? I’d been fully prepared to view last night as a chemistry experiment. ![]()
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