Who knew that this Halloween every jock on the CU campus would want to dress as the Witcher? Obvious choice of course—easy and hot, just about every jock’s costume requirement—but I’d been completely unprepared. My dick had flipped out more tonight than it had in the last month, and when I’d left, and Cohen was there all big and hot and staring at me with his intense gray eyes, I’d almost choked on my own spit.
