both shoulders to expose a hint of his obliques, as well. A goddamn DIY tank top that’s tucked into the front of his tight jeans and behind a belt buckle the size of my fist. His hair is long, wavy, and so, so black. It’s kept half hidden beneath a dark brown cowboy hat instead of a filthy baseball cap like the night we met, and suddenly, all I can think of are the words he spoke into my ear the moment I mentioned it.
