Her eyes immediately shifted to me, looking right at my chest and abs as if I didn’t have a face. Her gaze dropped farther down, looking at the top of the sweatpants low on my hips. She drew a slow breath before her eyes flicked up to me. “I love a hot guy in sweatpants.”
She spoke her mind with no regard for my opinion about it, and that was damn refreshing. She didn’t put on a production for me, didn’t try to be quiet and mysterious, didn’t try to entrap me by playing hard to get or saying whatever I wanted to hear. She was genuine, down-to-earth, exactly who she was.
And anyone who was brave enough to be themselves was the bravest of all.
With the corner of my mouth raised in a smile, I walked up to her and bent my neck down to kiss her, my hand gripping one of her cheeks underneath
