Chapter 120 The Gap Under The Door
- Kadeem breaks into a surprised laugh. “Are you, now,” he asks.
- And he is a wet dream staring at me beneath a fringe of long, sooty ashes. His chiseled arms are crossed over his toned chest, midnight hair falling softly against his brow.
- I answer by pulling my shirt off and throwing it at him. He catches it with a wry smile that shows off his dimples and shakes his head in quiet amusement.