There are just too many male eyes out there. And, you’re not gonna look, so,” I shrug, tilting my head to scrunch some of the pool water out of my hair with the towel. “I’m not looking?” My hands halt at his question, eyes snapping to his. “Are you?” I ask, blinking at him. “I am.” His eyes pierce through me, proving a point. His gaze settles over my skin like static electricity.
