Happy Monday ♡ *** Stepping up onto the porch, I balanced the pizza boxes on my forearm so I could knock on the door. I could hear drilling, which stopped the second time I knocked after my first went unnoticed. Then a few seconds later, the door swung open. Sean stood there wearing his faded jeans and nothing else. I’m going to repeat that for emphasis—Sean stood there wearing his faded jeans and nothing else. His hair was tied back. He was barefoot. His chest was on display. His hip ... Read More