บท 3: Chapter 3

“What…what was that?”

The unknown man suddenly appeared right in front of Harley, who pressed both palms against the man’s muscular chest. Harley gulped. He could feel the stranger’s firm and warm body even through the tight, black T-shirt. Now that they were standing so close together, Harley could see that the man was unfairly gorgeous. If there was a god, Harley would have cursed him or her for the injustice of it all. Bestowing a man with so much beauty and perfection should be a crime. This man would have no problem landing himself a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Meanwhile, all Harley wanted was a good and kind boyfriend, but he had been denied that satisfaction over and over again

“You are the stupidest, most insolent, most stubborn motherfucking asshole I’ve ever had the displeasure to meet in my thousands of years of existence.”