Gambler’s Ruin: Chapter 1 (Seven)

“You smell so good, Seven.”

I make a face. “I really, really don’t,” I tell him. “I smell like sweat, my face is all red, and I’m all around gross.”

“Yeah. It’s great.” Havoc pushes my shirt up to expose my belly—which does not have abs the way Havoc’s does. “All natural.”