The guy was definitely big, in one of those ways that made me think how nice it’d be to have his thighs crush me to death. His snake tattoo was on full display, the black ink appearing to slither and twitch as if it were the real thing. I tried to ignore how fucking hot it was. I couldn’t let my guard down. This guy was the enemy, and I had to make sure I was ready to fight, not to fuck. No matter how badly I wanted to do the latter.
