The only reason I’m not protesting aloud to this arrangement is because this guy has to be straight. Gay cupid could try to penetrate him with arrows, but he’d still be immune.
“These did.” I lift the hem of my shirt and show off my toned abs. Brix scoffs. “Please.” He lifts his, and holy forking fucknuggets. He has abs on top of his abs. Super abs. They could be their own superhero and wear their own cape.
“I will never admit to saying this, so once it’s out there, I’m going to deny, deny, deny. Are you ready for it? Boy bands produce crappy and shallow music. There, I said it.”
“I’m just going to say it. It’s a good thing you like bottoming because I think I can only handle your weapon of ass destruction every once in a while.”
