The violet light cast an odd shadow, and Colin’s skin nearly glowed—all pale and creamy white. I wanted to lick every inch. To kiss my way down that delectable body. We’d come to my family’s house after each appointment in LA, and I’d swear Mama’s food was fattening him up. He felt less sharply angular.
I liked it.
Of course all that hearty eating meant my belly was still a little pudgier than I might’ve liked.
Colin swore he loved it.
I didn’t have love handles…but I wasn’t defined either. In some ways, we just worked together.
“Hey.” Colin drew his finger across my brow. “Where’d you go? Thinking about all the guys you didn’t bring back here?”
didn’tHe said the words in jest, but I read uncertainty.
I loomed over him. “You’re special. Stop fishing for compliments.”
After a moment
