The Denver Alpha
All three of Tobias’ friends look to be in their early twenties, impressively built and easy on the eyes.
“I tried, man,” the first guy sighs, looking truly conflicted about whatever predicament he’s in. “She’s relentless.”
Shay nudges my side. “Jules, this is Eddie, Bryce, and Mike,” she helpfully provides, pointing out each guy as she names them off. Eddie is the one griping about his situationship, Bryce is the cutie with black hair, and Mike has some of the biggest biceps I’ve ever seen; the sleeves of his button-up shirt are straining against them like the fabric is about to bust at the seams.
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