Michael Reese.
Hayden walked out of the bathroom, and I found myself drooling over my mate’s body, carefully studying it. I didn’t get to admire it before, so of course, I took my time to inspect my man; too bad he was wearing clothes. I would’ve much preferred if he was naked.
My man, heh. Never have I dreamed of saying something like this.
A clear blush covered his cheeks when he looked my way, smiling at me, looking nervous.
“Your best friend was here. He told me something quite interesting.” I said, trying to ease the tension. “Apparently, we’ve been at it for two days?”
“Umm, yeah, I heard you guys talking.”
“Uh-huh,” I sat up, eyeing him and pursing my lips expectedly. The dimwit just stared at me confused. Geez, did I need to spell everything out for him?
“I’m not puckering m
