“Excuse me?” I mumbled, hypnotized by his muscle-packed chest, broad shoulders, and narrow hips.
“Eyes up here,” he politely scolded me, snapping.
Embarrassed, I quickly moved my view to his face, finding it just as attractive as his pumped torso. “Sorry. It’s just…you’re easy to look at.”
He laughed.
I didn’t.
We were not getting off on the right foot.
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