Sinful Thoughts
It was so much different than mine, too, and, hell, it was so much cleaner than any guy’s room that I’d been in before with an entire library of textbooks about pharmacy, video games stacked by a huge flat screen TV, and clothes folded a bit too neatly in his walk-in closet.
“What kind of shirt do you want?” he asked, looking in his dresser.
I shrugged. “Any kind is fine.”
He handed me a T-shirt with some kind of anime characters on it, then turned back to the drawers to look for something else. I turned around and stripped off my shirt and bra, sighing in relief once my bra straps fell down my shoulders.
“Do you also want short—” he started.
I looked over my shoulder at Akio, who stared at