Escapades
He's got a tiny stomach full of muscles, on top of muscles.
"Fuck." His eyes were wide, just like his mouth as I tried to cover myself up with my duvet.
"Damn it, Tate. When I gave you that key, I told you it was for emergencies only. What the fuck?"
He ran his hand over the back of his neck and gulped down hard.
"Well, in all honesty, I think this is an emergency. Or, so I thought. You weren't answering your phone Bee! I thought something had happened to you. But, I guess now I see you were busy."