Kissing the Bad Boy
Ryder was quiet for a bit, and suddenly he said, "Hey, you wanna split a cake?"
Cake...
"Why, are you trying to watch your weight?" I said to him.
"These guns can't built themselves on their own," he grinned, referring to his, yes, amazing muscles.
"Nah, I'll pass on the cake," I shrugged, "Not in the mood for that right now,"
"Suit yourself," he shrugged.
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