I heard a long, muffled growl and then, “If you’re not fucking with me, switch over to video.” Without thinking any of this through, I tapped the icon and found myself staring at Ryan. Naked. Glistening. Submerged halfway up his chest. All of which was to be expected in a bathtub. Brighter minds might’ve caught on to this before initiating a video call. “Hello there.” I blinked a few times too many as I drank in his wet chest, wet shoulders, wet hair. And all that ink on display. I really wanted to know about those flowers tucked in between the trees and waves and everything else. With an
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