His Return, My Ruin
He openly assesses the changes in my figure that have taken place over the past thirteen years.
His insistent gaze makes me uncomfortable, even though I have nothing to be ashamed of. I have no problems with my appearance or self-esteem, so I let the jerk stare. To uphold the tradition of our unspoken rivalry, I stare back at him. Jaden has changed a lot since we last saw each other, too. His body is beautiful. No synthetic muscles, no abs like a plastic Ken doll. He has a tanned torso that tapers to his hips, a broad chest, a flat stomach with noticeable definition, and pronounced oblique muscles. It's crossed by a black swimsuit waistband.
Our eyes meet, and I take it as a sign that I shou
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