“Hey Gemma.” I freeze. No fucking way. “Zach?” “Don’t look so surprised.” He strolls towards me, flashing a million-dollar grin. “It’s just a shave.” Just a shave. Like the pyramids are just a little ornament. Or David is just a cool statue. Try a work of drool-worthy, panty-twisting art. My first thought is: I am so going to win this thing. My second is: I am in so much trouble. Because the drooling and panties getting twisted? They’re all mine.
