The Tyrant alpha
Bram declares, peeling off his tank top and flinging it to the ground.
He’s got concrete blocks for abs and a pelt like a bearskin rug. I can’t believe I let him in my pants. I was so easy. All it took was him dropping by the laundry, applying some light pressure, and I let him punch my V card in the utility closet. I try not to beat myself up about it, though. I was eighteen, Alec was with Isla Sinclair, and loneliness is a mindfuck.
“The waterfall is played out,” Leith scoffs, shucking his shirt, puffing his ripped and waxed chest. “I say Tall Pines Lake.”
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