Pucking Around With My StepBrother
Caden was shirtless, his arms toned, his body lean and muscular, his hair messy, with water dripping down his skin, giving him a ridiculously sexy look.
I took in a deep breath, forcefully tearing my gaze away from him, before I embarrassed myself any further.
I cleared my throat loudly, meeting with his gaze, and trust him to have that smug grin on his face.
“So, what's the topic?” He picked up a towel, wiping his hair dry.
I settled down on the chair nearby. “Forbidden love in literature: Why Readers enjoy Impossible Love Stories.”
“Spicy,” he muttered, joining me. “So where do we start from?”