#Chapter21 Dinner with the Devil

I was putting on a little bit of makeup as I got ready for the late lunch we were headed out to where we would meet up with Mirah and Adam.

Wes walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel hanging loosely on his waist. He used another towel to ruffle through his hair, drying it up faster.

I sucked in my lips, continuing to stare at myself in the mirror in a weak attempt to keep my eyes off of Wes's very toned and perfect upper body.

"Hey, I'm confident. No need to avoid looking, love." Wes smirked at me as I...