I brave a peek at him from the corner of my eye. He’s only gotten better looking with age. Why can’t he look silly in a backward cap? He’s closer to thirty than he is twenty. He shouldn’t look so damn hot in something he wore as a teenager. I don’t even want to take the time to really get to know the new, defined muscles that line his arms. I wish it wasn’t off season and the weather wasn’t so nice. Then I’d see him in his usual flannel shirt or weathered sweatshirt, both options keeping his improved physique a secret.
