“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is that?” I step closer again, landing a firm poke in the middle of his hard chest as I come toe-to-toe. “You’re looking down? What is that?” He sighs, and his tan cheeks flare a similar shade to his wine. “I don’t usually tell people about this.” “Why? It’s fucking cool. So much cooler than being a stunt double.” His nose wrinkles, and when he finally meets my eyes, he looks… “Are you embarrassed?” A rough laugh fills the air between us. “No. Maybe. I don’t know. I love my job, but people always get so weird about it, so I just don’t talk about it.”
