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“I, uh . . . tried to cook.”
“What were you attempting to cook, Tucker? Meth?”
“Pancakes. And I tried to reach your coffee, but the bag spontaneously exploded . . . probably from being on too high of a shelf.” He shrugged as if that was totally believable. “So, no coffee. Or pancakes. They sorta caught on fire.”

"I'm a nude furniture mover by nature, you know, like the ancient Romans. Greased up in olive oil and buck naked."

Tucker Six was rude, selfish, and wasn’t shy about where his eyes landed on my body. I should hate the man. My stomach should want to vomit in his presence, yet I couldn’t stop picturing last night with his toned arms and especially, his enormous cock.

“What if I’m psychic, but for porn?”