“Wanna see?” He peels away the left part, leaving nothing to the imagination as his pristine abs, along with his thin sweatpants underneath, are revealed, and I immediately look away.
“You can look if you want. I don’t mind.”
“I’m fine, thanks,” I retort as I try to focus on the road while we head toward the overgrown Spine Ridge U gates.
“You sure? You seem flustered.”
“I’m not,” I say, trying not to look while also glancing at him to let him know I don’t give a shit. “Dress how you want. I don’t care.”
“But you do. Clearly.”
While we drive through the gates, I throw a haphazard smile at one of the officers stationed outside and swiftly drive off. “It’s cold out there.”
“Aw … you care if I’m cold now? How sweet,” he muses.
“I don’t. You’re not dressed for what we’re about to do.”
“Then how do you want me to dress?”
As we drive down the mountain, I take another glance. “It would help if you didn’t go out to bury a body in a pair of sweatpants and a robe.”
“Fine. I’ll take it off.”
He begins slipping his arms through the fabric, and I immediately lunge at him to keep his abs tucked away. “Don’t!”
Panicking, I firmly yank the steering wheel to stop us from driving straight into the wall. “Jesus.”
“Maybe you should keep your eyes on the road instead of my abs.”
“You don’t say.” I scoff.
“What is it with you and my abs anyway?”
“There’s nothing,” I retort. “Nothing at all.”
“Right …” He keeps looking at me from the side like he’s suspicious of me, and I don’t like it one bit. “Tell me you’re having gay panic without telling me you’re having gay panic.”
I scowl at him. “What are you on?”
“Nothing. I’m simply stating facts. It’s obvious, and you can’t handle it.” He’s biting his finger, and it’s pissing me off.
I roll my eyes and kick the gear up so I can race down the mountain faster and we can get this over with. “In your dreams.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“I’m only interested in one person,” I say.
“Yeah, you’ve made that abundantly clear to yourself.”
Always trying to egg me on.
“What is your problem?”
He folds his arms, ample pecs pushing out through the robe, even beyond his thick biceps, and I don’t know why I notice, but I do. “You are. You pretend you’re not interested in being my friend, yet you keep gawking at me like you’re going to slur your words.”
“Can you just shut up for one second?”
“No. Not when you keep avoiding my questions.”
