My Unfated Mate
He wasn’t half bad.
Arriving at the training grounds, I started stretching while Jojo took her phone from her pocket to read an E-book. She said it was a human romance, Say you’ll stay. Humans? Exotic, right?
Some time later, while I was kicking the hell out of the punching bag, Jojo left to help serve breakfast and a very shirtless Grant arrived. Hell damn, why so many delicious muscles? If he wore a shirt, I wouldn’t have wet dream issues! Yes, that was all his fault.
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