Harris lost himself the next two days in working out and trying not to worry about the next event. Tucker handled all of the planning for the Sixth Sense of Love Event like before, so he made the concession that Harris could plan Mitchell’s thirtieth birthday party, especially since Brittany told them that was entirely up to them. So far, Harris had decided against black balloons.
He stared at his nude body in the bathroom mirror. He flexed his arms, and barely registered any change. Still, there was a slight bulge in his biceps where they had been none before.
He wants a tall guy, and they have big d***s. Maybe if I manscape better I’ll create the illusion. I’m not even as tall as Tucker. Stupid height.
He flexed his stomach and tapped his index finger against it. He’d never really tes
