“I have to be crushing you,” he says. “I’m good,” I say. Really good. To cover up JUST in case he can hear my thoughts and know that I never, ever want him to move, I add, “You’re feeling a little light there, Barnes. Maybe we need to increase your caloric intake. Get the trainer to help pack some more muscle on you.” “I guess you’d know better than anyone.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “I would?” “You’re currently feeling up my abs.” I’m WHAT?
