Chapter Sixty-Six
I looked at Jay, his dark blue hair was pulled into a braid that fell down his back. He had on another black button-up shirt and I couldn’t help but wonder how many shirts like that he had hanging up in his closet. Then again, the way that it looked on him, I wouldn’t change a thing.
The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and there was just something about the way that he looked that made me want to reach out and touch him. To feel the way the dark hairs covered his skin, to trace the veins that pulsed beneath his skin with my tongue. He had on a pair of dark wash jeans that looked crisp and new. His eyes moved over my body and the long navy dress that I was wearing.
There was just something so intimate about the way he looked at me like he saw parts of me that oth
