Chapter 178

Going home was tiring. And not the normal, oh-I’ve-been-on-my-feet-all-day-cooking kind of tiring. No. This was the my-lips-are-numb-from-making-out-with-a-wall-of-abs-for-a-calendar-photoshoot kind of tiring.

Yes. That.

My lips were still tingling. My brain was still fried. And my dignity? Somewher...

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