THIRTY-FOUR
He didn't need pants. He needed his phone. He needed to talk to her, to hear that soft voice again. Better than he'd imagined. Prettier than he'd imagined. He needed to find out how he'd f****d up because he was certain he'd done everything right.
That's how it happened in books. All the books. They'd meet online, message and stuff, then meet in person so his irresistible body could seal the deal. Wham, bam, marry me, ma'am and they lived happily ever after.
He'd thought about pants, but he knew he was just as hot below the waist as he was above it, so of course he hadn't worn them. He looked stupid in just a shirt, plus it hid his abs, so a shirt was absolutely out.
Underwear. Maybe he should've worn underwear.
Or was it because he hadn't been wearing thongs, when tha
