“Take your top off if you like,” Max said around a mouthful of ice cream.
Luke’s heart jumped. He never took his top off. Ever. He looked over but Max was concentrating on his desert. Luke took a deep breath. What the hell. He whipped his T-shirt off and then felt like a dork.
Max paused, staring with his spoon halfway to his mouth. “Nice.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Want me to do your back?”
Luke’s heart was beating a bit faster now. “Um…” But Max was out of his seat, standing over him holding out his hand for the sunscreen.
“Stand up.”