14
Larkin
“Look what I’ve got!” I say, holding up my picnic basket as Charlie opens the door. He stares down at me comically, his hair messy. I notice that he isn’t wearing a shirt, just gray pajama bottoms.
It takes a lot for me not to check out his chiseled pecs, count every single ab in his six pack, give his biceps a feel. I mean, I knew that he was swoon-worthy, but this…
This has me tongue tied. He blinks at the sunlight, shading his eyes.
“Uhhh… I don’t know, what?”
He seems a little off-kilter. I yank my gaze up to his face, and promise myself that I won’t drool over the fact that he has a perfect ‘happy trail’. It snakes from below his belly button to disappear under his waistband.
I feel hormonal, like I might just rip his pants off and have my way with him. Of course, I’m
