"You ruined my shirt!" I pointed out. "My bad, new guy." He leaned back, covering his mouth, as if he was trying to stop himself from laughing. Jerk. "Here," He put his phone in the pocket of his jeans then proceeded to pull off his sweatshirt, revealing an assortment of tattoos on his chest, stomach and arms. "Take mine." He offered, holding the sweatshirt out towards me. ________________________________ Tate Remington has never broken rules before. But all that changes when Bad Boy Archer Wilde spills a drink on his shirt at a party...
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