Andrew leaned against his bike, the sun blazing overhead, making the metal frame almost too hot to touch. Sweat trickled down his chest, soaking through his shirt. He muttered under his breath, pulling the damp fabric over his head and tossing it onto the handlebars of his Harley.
You’re just trying to show off for your mate when she comes back. Gonna swoon her with your abs, Hades snickered in his mind.
I’m just hot, you i***t. Temperature hot. Now go take a nap or something, Andrew shot back, rolling his eyes as he wiped his brow with the discarded shirt.
The open market bustled with life as Andrew watched his pack members meander through the rows of vibrant stalls. Faces lit up with joy as baskets and bags filled with fresh vegetables, fruits, and bags of bread flour. Some paused to
