“Throwing clothes at me, are you?”
Reed’s mouth dropped open.
Taz stood shirtless in the middle of the room, the soft light from the lamp falling over his body. A body that had stripes… stripes.
“Dude, are those tattoos?” he cautiously asked.
“What are tattoos?”
That’s what Reed was afraid of.
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