Chapter Thirty Nine

LIAM

He tugged on the full sleeves of his black tee, his dark grey jeans hugging him like a second skin. His black cap was hiding his face from the watchers, particularly women in the cafe who were shifting in their seats to have just one glimpse of him and two of them, sitting with him.

Kazimir was sitting in the front chair across the round table, tapping rapidly on his phone. He was also wearing a black full-sleeve tee with dark blue jeans. His cap was hooded over his boyish face. His physical condition was telling - A grown man.

Caspian placed the tray with a tug, startling all the women who looked away immediately. He pushed the sleeve of his black tee, it was fitting him like a glove going with the shape of his shoulder and abs.

"This shit is so hard. How are they carrying their pretty arses on it?" He snorted, speaking in a low voice.

"Buddy! We're college dudes here. Relax, they're used to this kind of shit." Kazimir mut