"What the…" She gawked at another shirtless man besides Noah through her bewildered gaze.
The man had hair exceeding the length of Luna's own hair, and were drowsed in a shiny black. He was about the same height as the man beside her. They were both oddly tall to her.
He was a slightly more muscular built as compared to Noah. His biceps flexed as he walked towards them, her eyes took a cursory glance to study his physique. His thighs were thick enough for the fabric to hug his form, giving a vivid view of the outline of his bottom physique.
This inconclusive man as well, had an inked chest. Yet, unlike Noah, who's tattoos stretch across his chest to his left arm, this guy had a stamped-like tattoo, a small patch of pure black ink on his left chest. On probing it for an elongated period,
