Grace’s POV
I was just shimming into one of Prez’s old T-shirts when I caught him staring at me from the bedroom door. He didn’t even hide the way he took in the sight before him, drinking in and appreciating my legs and the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Hey!” I said, suddenly feeling shy and blushing so hard, it might be the reason the poles were melting. My hands came up and covered the hardening n*****s. Not that that helped much, since that only pulled the shirt up and revealed my newly shaven p***y. After having Prez gone down on me – not once, but twice – untrimmed, I’d shaven the b***h within an inch of her life, not willing to risk anyone meeting my puff ever again.
And Prez seemed to appreciate it…
“What?” he asked innocently and strolled on over as if he didn’t have a ca
