Alpha Theo
His junk is covered up, but he’s still shirtless, all of that gorgeous toned muscle on display.
“Will you put on a shirt?” I ask through gritted teeth.
Theo chuckles again- a low, throaty laugh that makes my belly do somersaults.
“I mean, I would but…”
“But what?” I snap, finally turning to face him.
Theo shakes his head, a devilish smile across his face as he reaches one of those burly arms up and rakes his fingers through his hair.
“Well you’re holding it.”
My eyes fly wide and I look down to find that I’m still clutching that charcoal grey t-shirt tightly in my hands.