Do I look okay?

I look up from the mirror where I m applying a thin coat of lip gloss. This is about as good I get. In fact, I can hardly recognize myself after the past few days we ve had. I look way more put together than I feel. I smile at the uncomfortable grimace on Hawk s face.

Instead of his normal club gear, he wears a nice button-down shirt, tucked into a pair of jeans that aren't baggy. I can actually see the outline of his ass as he turns ...