13 LAYNEAll those times I imagined what Griffin’s body looks like through his T-shirt, based on the outline of his rippling abs, firm pecs, and defined biceps? Yeah, whatever I came up with doesn’t hold a candle to what he actually looks like naked.
And I can’t f*****g believe I’m lying here naked next to him.
If someone had told me only six months ago that I’d be hooking up with my best friend’s younger brother, I would have said they were dead wrong. If they’d told me I’d be hooking up with him and not worried about my jiggly ass or slight muffin top, I’d have said they were f*****g insane. And yet here I am, climbing all over his ripped, absolutely perfect body, and the only thing on my mind is how natural this feels—and why the hell didn’t we do this way sooner?
“What are you thinki
