Fixing My Bad Boy Problem
It’s like it’s all those months ago when I first met him and I’m dying to get him out of my system.
Adam takes a seat beside me, and then reaches with his arm in front of me. For a second, I think he is going to touch me. But he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches for a gym bag sitting on my other side of the couch and pulls it to his lap.
I gradually regain my breath as he opens the bag and takes out a black t-shirt. He pulls it over his head and puts it on, and then rakes his fringe back with his fingers.
The bathroom door opens, finally, and Ben steps out. He is only wearing a pair of jeans, his tattooed torso gloriously naked. My throat goes dry when our eyes meet. Not for long, though. His eye
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