Chapter 17
Later that night, when Josh knocked on the door of my room, it was my turn to gasp for air, feeling faint and desperate for a cocktail. He looked f*****g fantastic, if you’ll pardon my French, and he smelled divine! That Acqua di Gio blended with his body chemistry and his mouthwash to make me weak in the knees. His hair was a carefully sculpted mess, and the inky blue jeans he had on hugged him tight in all the right places. Any tighter and they would have blown apart at the seams, and yet he moved in them without restriction. They hung a little low on his narrow hips, so there was a slight, coquettish smile of rigid washboard between his jeans and the hem of his sky blue T-shirt. The sleeves hugged his long biceps right at the pit, allowing his flaming skull tattoo to peek ou
