He’s definitely a guy.
My fingers slipped up his spine, pushing his shirt upward, taking in his thin back. He shook when I touched him and I grimaced, thinking that he was definitely smaller than me. Little. Smooth skin. But sharp angled, broader shoulders, no soft curves.
“Theo. What are you doing?” He’s glaring at me.
Yeah, what the f**k am I doing? I pull my hand back with a swallow, pulling his shirt down to cover him. “Just checking something.” It’s the truth, I guess.
“Checking what?”
I shrug and turn away because how do I tell him? It doesn’t even make sense to me so how do I explain it to him? He literally walked in on me watching a girl with his hairstyle being pounded from behind. It wasn’t like I’d meant to leave the door unlocked, I’d just be
