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Now that he wasn’t carrying anything, I could see BrandonI couldn’t help but notice about him was that he was shirtless

Oh my God…

The kid — no, thenext to the dumpster was the perfect picture of an Adonis His chest was so big and well-defined he looked like an action hero His arms so ripped with muscle, they seemed almost fake Brandon stood there for awith the exertion of what he’d just done He reminded me of the statue of some Greek God Like he was sculpted out of marble

“You’re right,” he said “That was stupid”

“Daht it was stupid,” Hunter chastised hi—”

“You’re bleeding,” I jumped in

I approached hi into ainst the upper part of one perfectly formed pectoral

“It’s just a scratch,” he said, looking down “No big deal”

His hand closed overthe blood aith the napkin As his skin made contact with mine, I shivered involuntarily

“From now on ask for help,” Colin said froet hurt and have to leave campus, Hunter and I are screwed We’ll have to split the expenses tays instead of three”

Hunter scratched at his goatee “Speaking of which,” he squintedthis place?”

The question tookthe , calloused hand on mine

“N—Nothing,” I finally sta”

“Bullshit,” said Hunter “We have to pay you so”

“Not a chance,” I said fir h The cauys can split up whatever other utilities you need Do that, and we’re all square”