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“Thanks” I close the door behind hie

The bedroo is a basic gray that matches the color sche this is a bachelor pad, I guess it’s better than it could be I mean, there could be a pinball machine in here

I close the blinds and change out of my clothes into a pair of sleep shorts and a loose shirt I add a pair of knee-high socks because I’

I find Bennett sitting on the couch, changed into a pair of sweatpants—shirtless

Kill me now

The man’s body is a work of art between all his ood for the body—and the tattoos There’s a spear between his shoulder blades and I wonder if he got it to represent the Plymouth Hunters

He looks up when he hears me “What do you want to watch?”

“You pick I’ll probably fall asleep anyway” I yawn as if to prove my point I sit down beside him, careful to keep a distance between us

He notices and shoots rin “What are you afraid of, Princess? That if you get too close you won’t be able to get enough? Come on, you can look … and lick if you want”

“You’re so gross” I push his shoulder and he falls back cackling

Then, just because I can, I grab his arm and lick his firm bicep over a tattoo of a leaf

He laughs even louder “That’s not what I meant for you to lick,” he chortles

I blush and mumble, “I know”

He touches my cheek, and I reluctantly lift my eyes to his He stares atto kissSnow Dogs”

“What?” I say, confused “Wait, theJr?”