Sin-hub
Foolishly, I shake my head to Zane’s question.
“Hmmm,” His lips twitch, and he drops the tray he’s holding. For the first time, I stop peeping at his wet abs and focus on the contents of the tray. There’s a bottle of coconut oil dipped in a bowl, vanilla extract, and a tiny pot of cinnamon. “I'm waiting. I need to tend to my pinkie.” He dips his hands in the pocket of his shorts, ocean blue eyes on me.
It's like he’s stripping me naked without even coming close.