3
Lincoln
Myla runs her fingertips down my bare chest. “Tell me about these promises… in a minute.” She lightly scratches my six pack.
“Here I am, wanting to talk.” I mock-sigh. “Yet to you, I’m merely one big slice of man cake.”
Myla lifts her hands. “Not true. I’m so done with obsessing about your abs.”
“Really.”
“I’ve moved on to your super personality.”
“And?”
“Maybe your glutes.”
“To refresh your memory, you promised to give me details about BAEJS.”
“Oh, that.” Myla worries her lower lip with her teeth. “I don’t know what to say.”
“How about I kick things off, then?” I gently rub my nose along the length of hers. “I’ll share the things I like about you first.”
“Oh, I love this idea.”
“To begin with, I worship your curves.” To accent this point, I brush my fingertips over
