The Bad boy of Pine Creek: My biker lover
I couldn’t peel my eyes away from him: the trunk stuck to his lower body part, the lines of water dripping slowly, the hairs clinging to his chest.
I swallowed a lump, distracted.
Aston headed to the area we dumped our clothes and picked out his phone. For a second, he glanced up to meet my eyes. I blinked, embarrassed, and looked away.
Aaron touched my upper thigh. “Babe, jump in, the water feels so good,” he said, pulling my hand.
“No, she doesn’t swim,” came Aston’s voice before I could even reply.
My eyes flickered over to him. He remembered. My heart warmed up at that. It was so simple, so easy, but it made my heart skip a beat. He didn’t even look up from his phone as he spoke.
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