Chapter 6
As promised, Christian arrived at the studio apartment about twenty minutes later. When Aaron opened the door, he was taken aback. Something about Christian’s being here and his willingness to help someone who was little more than a stranger upped his attractiveness quotient considerably. Had Aaron noticed yesterday how hot Christian’s beefy form was? His bubble butt and tree trunk thighs were encased in a pair of old, worn Levi’s, ripped at the knees. He looked very boyish in a pair of black Converse All Stars and a gray University of Washington hooded sweatshirt. And had his hair looked so touchable yesterday? It flopped down near his blue eyes, a seductive mix of gold, white, and pale brown.
Aaron hadn’t realized he was staring until Christian said, “See something you like?”
