"Oh, thanks," he says. My cock stirs in my swimming trunks as soon as I hear that smooth voice that's tormented me at every single gathering Emmett's forced me to attend.
He takes the bags of ice I hold, but I don't move. I don't even drop my arms. I just stand there, dumbstruck as I try to wrench my eyes away from his.
I clear my throat and mumble something, but my mind is focused on only one thing.
He has freckles.
I never noticed the light smattering across the bridge of his nose.
"Come on in." He smiles.
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
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