Noah didn't have anything on under his open jeans but you couldn't see anything. Except for a dark thatch of hair. I bet it f*cking smelled good. I wonder if he still used Irish Spring…
Oh, God. I spun back around, and closed my eyes. What the h*ll?
“Charles," I squeaked, making sure I tried to remain calm. Did I still smell like salacious s*x when calm?
“Noah, stop," Charles said conversationally, standing from his cross-legged position. It was like he was simply notifying Noah of the weather. I heard Noah stop right where he was. “This doesn't concern you."
“I heard my name," he answered almost cheerfully. I could feel his eyes bore into my back. “So I think it does. Why should Manny stay away from me? Trying to keep her to yourself?" His voice's rumble was growing deeper, and deep
