Clark was just as dripping wet. His glasses were peppered with droplets, his damp hair was matted to his head. Still, he managed to look breathtakingly handsome, like he had when he'd knelt before her, asking to marry her. Lois’ gaze involuntarily dropped to his shirt that revealed a perfect view of his firm pectorals and abs. It took her a moment to draw her eyes back to his face.
Ummmm, wet shirt Clark 🔥🔥🔥
Are we getting the nfic sequel???
My guess: bakasi
