Though not Jupiter as I knew him. Gone was the perfect smile, the mischievous glint, the fun. Instead, those sensuous lips were schooled into a hard line. I’d never seen him look so… menacing. Thick forearms crossed over his chest, almost covering The Lions logo embroidered on the left of his shirt. Huge biceps bulged and strained under the fabric; biceps covered in tattoos. So many tattoos you could barely see his bronzed skin. My mouth dropped open, and I couldn’t have stopped it with a gun to my head. He’d been wearing a hoodie when I’d seen him on Saturday, so I never imagined underneath…
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