Bareback to Labor

be seen on the dance floor.

I usually did okay when it came to reeling in guys.

Not the most confident or outgoing person, but luckily a cute face can make up for the

awkwardness.

I was chasing shots of tequila with Long Island iced tea, so it took off about 30 minutes

for me to become sloppy.

I turned clumsily away from the bar, bumped into a guy, and knocked his cocktail back

onto his shirt.

I remember looking up at him to apologize and just freezing in place.

He had thick, dark hair and eyebrows.

His eyes were a deep hazel, and I had to crane my neck a bit to look into them, as he was

a good bit taller than me.

He kept a coarse but styled and trimmed beard that covered his tanned face and neck in a

thick shadow.

I grew distracted by the appearance of the firm, ropey, and slightly hairy pecs that

were shown through his tank top, now that it was soaked by my drink.

A gentle finger rose up under my chin, closing my mouth and tilting my head back until our

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