Dear god, he was hot. Standing next to the door, Josh was wearing slim black pants that hugged his long legs, and a deep red shirt that clung nicely around his biceps and broad shoulders, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Fuck. Why did men have to make a big show of their forearms like that? His hair was messier than the night of the fundraiser, making a memory of a sweaty and tousle-haired Josh after track practise flash behind her eyes. Avery resisted the urge to run to him and slide her hands in his beautiful hazelnut curls. From where she stood, he looked a bit more like the Josh she
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Ohhh 😍😍
