after another shower to tame my wild hair, I headed to the kitchen. I hadn’t heard Brax come home and had been planning to text to see if he was coming back before the game, only to find him sitting at the island in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone. The bright blue suit he’d put on should have been tacky, but he’d somehow made it look good. Not just good, sexy. It fit him like a glove, hugging the firm muscles of his legs and ass. A bright orange pocket square had been perfectly folded into the upper pocket. I’d have never pulled it off, but Brax made it look effortless. He was
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