Chapter TwelveGod damn!
I take in Myles’ hotness as he walks out through the garage and onto the driveway, bobbing and weaving through a blizzard of bubbles courtesy of Jess. He’s looking exceptionally handsome wearing simple gray jeans and a casual, cargo-style white button down shirt, the kind with the short sleeves that roll up a bit to show off a very nice pair of tanned biceps, making any man nearing the age of 50 highly jealous. The shirt is untucked, but hangs just low enough, graciously allowing me a glimpse of the subtle outline of his manhood. And I can’t help but to stare when I know exactly what is underneath the stretched denim material and just how happy it can make me feel.
“What are you smiling at?” he asks, catching me basically gawking like an unplowed schoolgirl who ca
