“And y-your cheeks, n-now,” AC told him.
“I’m not sure that’s a different answer.”
“You s-s-said m-my cheeks. I-I-I’m s-saying yours.”
Rob chuckled. “You’re funny. If the category was things that are sexy, I’d say your grin.”
AC felt his cheeks getting red again. 10
Ixaax: Three stars. Light blue. Maybe the name things is a T-shirt typo. Average build. Nice. Too many tattoos. Hardly any skin shows on his arms. With his jet-black businessman haircut and brown eyes, he could be one of my brothers. Glad he’s not. Great ass. Wonder if it’s inked. What about the cock. Three stars? Five stars? I can’t decide if the tats are hot or not. I could always keep my eyes closed and feel my way around.
“Rob had a good time with you.” That was the first thing Ixaax said when he sat down.
“G-good.” AC thought about the lame, shallow words he’d scrawled back at JJ’s. It seemed a lifetime ago.