Blasphemous (Torn #3)(87)



Kade folds his arms over his broad chest, drawing my eyes to his ripped arms. I glance up at him to see his eyes twinkling. Busted. I shrug it off, “Come on you’re all pretty sexy,” I blurt out.

Crap, did I just say that?

Masculine approval all around. Yes, I guess I did.

“But Kade is right, I am smarter than that.” I throw a wink at Kade.

He grins, opens a beer and hands it to me. This time I accept.

Kade sticks his beer out to me and I clink it with mine, giggling.

These guys are good fun. We all make small talk. Play a bit of PS3, in which I must say, I am not too bad. I excuse myself and go unpack and shower. I wonder which of the boys I’m sharing a bathroom with, considering there is masculine products all over the place. After calling my parents and assuring them all is well, I jump in bed and fall asleep.

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