Best Friends Shouldn't Crave Your Moan
“I’m fine. Someone has to make sure you don’t get lazy after your big win.”
Zach grinned... that cocky, devastatingly handsome smile that always made Noah’s knees feel weak. Without saying another word, he pulled off his black tank top and threw it on the floor, revealing the sculpted perfection of his torso, broad shoulders, rock-hard abs glistening with sweat, and that large dragon tattoo curving over his left shoulder and down his powerful arm. The dim overhead lights made every ridge and valley of muscle stand out, highlighting the raw masculine power of his body.
Noah swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He looked away quickly, busying himself with wrapping his hands.