He has nipple piercings, which protrude through his tight-fitting white shirt. When I realize I’m staring at his damn chest, I snap my gaze to his. When he’s not behind the cage of a helmet, his eyes are surprisingly striking. I find myself wondering what shade of blue his eyes are, exactly. They’re not an uncommon shade so it’s a bit strange that I find them curious, and it’s not until closer look that I realize it’s because they’ve got tiny flecks of green. So tiny they’re easy to miss, but grab attention once noticed. Shit. I went from staring at his chest to staring at his eyes. What’s
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