CHAPTER TWENTY TWO-
AND YOU ARE THE LOWEST FORM OF LEECH
Emarald's POV:-
The sight that beholded me, made the water come spilling out of my mouth, that wasn't the bad part though, the bad part was that I spat it out on Brett and I had my jaw hanging open, the 'hitting the floor' kind.
Why, you may ask?
No, I know, I am having a live view.
My conscience wasn't that bad before, it's just like this since I met this boy.
Back to topic, the guy was only in his boxers. Keyword: only. But this would not have been a problem if he had belly the size of watermelon because damn this guy was toned in all the right places. He was lean, I knew that but this was just, just....
Fanfuckingtastic.
Literally.
His shoulders were broad and oh my those biceps, I could lick them and I was not joking.
