The Omega's Beasts
The sneakers, the dark leggings, the headband, it all put it together, and I looked more masculine than I have ever.
I slowly walked out to Knox. He had changed into fitted tanks, one that stretched over the taut muscles on his chest and accentuated the lean ridges of his stomach. He had a single, tiny star tattoo on his collarbone, one that the tanktop was not hiding much. He was wearing shorts instead, his hair pulled back.
"Here I am," I said, opening my arms, my eyes looking up to his.
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