He was sprawled casually on the couch, his legs widespread just as Remington's had been, just with no girl in between them. He was wearing a loose pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt along with a faded black ball cap that he had on backwards. The sweatpants were the stuff of every girls' dreams, sitting decadently low on his hips, enough to showcase those v lines that looked like they'd been airbrushed; they were so perfect. And... Holy Fuck. Talk about Big Dick Energy. Cain's nickname was officially going to be #BDE because I was pretty sure those sweats were housing a trouser snake
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