"No need to choose, I've had them all made." Atlas Hallow stood bare-chested in a pair of home pants, the light, soft, loose cotton pants hanging precariously from his waist, as if they might slip off any moment. His strong, sensual abs and the Adonis belt were distinctly visible, while his deep wheat-colored skin glimmered healthily and enticingly under the light.
He took the album from Charlotte Miller's hands. This little girl seemed to have fallen into a choice paralysis, unable to decide even yesterday. So, he simply had everything made, as they could be changed often anyway.
"Try to eat something; I've heated everything up." Charlotte tried to ignore the strong masculine aura emanating from him, a fiery and invasive masculine aura.
"Ever heard of 'feast for the eyes'?" His voice turned low, slowly stirring up a breath of desire in the air, heating up all the currents.
