You know how they call people triple threats when they can act, sing, and dance? Well, I was quickly discovering that Danny was all the threats. My God, the man was dripping with sex. I could wash my clothes on the vast hills and grooves of his abs that he had put on display the first day we met. He played guitar. He could apparently sing too. Not to mention the tattoos and the killer blue eyes that made me weak in the knees. His confidence, though, might be the most threateningly attractive thing about him.
