Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider Man Classic Suit Mga Nobela at Kwento

As I moved closer to him in shock, the faintest hint of his cologne, spicy and fucking manly, cut into my senses and I crazily wanted to press my nose to the back of his neck slightly exposed over the tops of his collar. But it was that suit that stole my breath. Even in the low light, the fabric shimmered with a subtle sheen, the weave so fine it looked handpainted onto his form. It hugged his broad shoulders and lean frame perfectly, the result, not just of expensive tailoring, but of countless hours either spent in the gym or his delectable Alpha genes.