He was wearing gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and a white t-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. The dark ink on his arms looked entirely too delicious for this early in the morning. The man had 'fuckboy' written all over him, and judging by the vocal performance I'd overheard last night, he definitely earned the title.It was seven in the morning, and Nick looked like he’d been awake and thriving for hours.He smiled as I approached, handing me a freshly brewed cup before I could even reach for a mug. "You look like you need this more than I do," he murmured, his voice still carrying that low, morning rasp."I was up late." I muttered, taking a sip. “Couldn't sleep with all the…noise.“ I hope he didn't think I was intentionally listening in on them. He’d probably think I'm some kind of freak.Nick paused, a suddenly guilty, sheepish look crossing his handsome features. He raised a hand to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. "Oh. Did I disturb you? I guess things
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