Meant to Marry Me
Yeah, a few dozen hot, sexy, bare chested men, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of the groom.
Trent did look hot, though. There was no question he was still running every day like he had in high school and probably lifting more than he had back then, too. He’d played baseball and ran track, and his physique had only become more defined over the years. He wasn’t bulky like Hank who loved powerlifting and did his best to resemble those California dudes who were always at Muscle Beach. No, Trent’s muscles were long and lean and rippling with every subtle movement, and Bree’s fingertips itched to run down those abs and find that low V she knew was there if his blue trunks were set just a tiny
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