“Now the rest of the shirt,” David hollered.
“That guy is a pervert.” Drew decided. “I don’t like it, T.”
“I’m yours, Drew. No one else’s.”
He hummed, fingers gliding up my chest once more.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
He moved closer, our lower bodies colliding, and my hand slid over his hip. Drew’s fingers slipped beneath my shirt, pushing it off my shoulder and revealing my chest.
“Fan!” someone yelled.
The sound of a fan clicked on, and a gust of air blew in from the side, picking up the end of my shirt and blowing it away from my body. The scarf around Drew’s neck blew forward,concealing part of his face. I tugged it from his body and let go, allowing the manmade wind to carry it away.
Our eyes collided, and I lost myself in him. In the way we were together. His palm settled on my chest, right above the heart that beat just for him.
“Everything in this world seems to have a limit,” I whispered. “Except my love for you.”
His arms wound around my neck, and our lips met, kissing right there under the sun with an audience we forgot existed.
“It’s giving couple goals,” someone said around the flash of the camera.
“Definite best-seller energy.”
“Okay! Cut! My muse has been satisfied!”
“That’s a wrap!”
But we kept kissing.
GEARSHARK PRESENTS
TRENT & DREW MASK
AN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW BY EMILY METCALF
Interview key:
GS =GearShark(that’s me, Emily!)
DM = Drew Mask
TM = Trent Mask
GS:Can you believe it’s been over a decade since I first sat down with you for an interview?
DM:Frankly, Emily, I’m shocked you still work here.
GS:And why is that?
DM:Honestly? I thought you’d have bagged a driver by now and ridden off into the sunset.
GS: Who said I didn’t bag myself a driver?
