I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. He was peering up at me with curiosity and…something else. I released his hand quickly and took a couple steps back. There was a tattoo of a small snake slithering up his thumb. Just as I was about to break the handshake, I dropped my gaze to his hand and instinctively tightened my grip.
I managed to snap out of my state, and I grasped his hand. Did you get to introduce yourself to your latest favorite New Yorker?”Ĭamden laughed and walked toward me. He opened the door and strode in with two large bags that he set on the kitchen island. I cleared my throat and closed the fridge again.īut before I could say something, King was back. It was the mixture of sweet innocence and attitude. Just pale, soft-looking skin.Ĭamden Adair wasn’t my usual type, but there was something intoxicating about that boy. Not a single mark on his upper body, though. But the young man also had ink covering his calves, and he had piercings in both nipples and his right eyebrow. Boyish looks combined with the average height of a middle schooler made me wanna ask if he wanted a juice box. His entire appearance was a complete mindfuck. Dressed in only a pair of sweatpants drawn up to his knees.Ĭould he even buy his own beer? No, really. He stood there, hesitating by the den, and grinned shyly. I whipped my head to the left and spotted Camden, and I nearly swallowed my tongue.
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