90 Days In My Bestfriend's Stepbrother's Bed
I mean, he even has one medusa and an anchor inside an eye.
He pauses, his gaze dragging slowly from my head to my toe, then back again.
I feel the urge to hide my exposed thighs in the denim classic mini shorts I'm wearing but I resist.
“You don't seem scared or intimidated though. Isn't that right?”
I shake my head. “Not at all scared.”
He looks at me for a minute longer, then proceeds to the other side of the room to dry his hair with another towel.
“I'm a basketball player, not a rogue or mafia.”
Bab Populer