Crazy girl stayed on my mind and even weed didn't get her face or t**s out of it. Her hazel eyes intrigued me and I still didn't know who the f**k she was.
“Who'd you hook up with last night?" Caine asked as he walked into our living room scratching his balls in nothing but boxers.
His hair was a mess and he smelled like ass. We were the same height and coloring and could be brothers. That was not unusual at Rochester where dark Italian looks were the common denominator on campus.
Caine went to the kitchen and grabbed milk from the fridge, chugging it down. The boxers hung low enough to fall off and his ass crack showed.
“No one wants to see your hairy ass, especially me," I called out because he didn't use a f*****g glass and he knew it pissed me off.
I was also not answering his que
