Grayson dipped a fry and moved it to my mouth; I am not in the closet or shy and opened my mouth taking the fry. You knew there was more of this handsome ripped hunk coming, right? Along with the new bucks I was able to get some black security batons that had a side handle and holster belts that had been discovered in a police warehouse in the outskirts of the city. I just hope that the roommate finally finds the time to read the three books with a towel handy. I sent Grayson a text and asked what I should wear.
I stood up and headed for the door.
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