*Lucas*
As expected, Sasha was early. She stood up from the bench on the platform, having waited for me, and I waved a greeting.
She wore another sweater and a pair of jeans, but I still remembered what was underneath that sweater. I wondered if she was wearing another sports bra or if she'd chosen something more… frilly. Maybe lacy, partially see-through....
I paused and squeezed my eyes shut. We had a mission, and that mission did not include mentally undressing the delectable Sasha Wentley.
“How's Ian?" Sasha asked when I approached.
“Fine–insubordinate, as usual," I said with a smirk. Her hair was up today in a bouncy blond ponytail, exposing the long lines of a creamy neck. Moon Goddess help me.
Sasha smiled and it went straight to my groin. “He's funny."
“See if you still thin
