My eyes, incidentally, drop to his crotch, and I quickly avert my gaze. Joey looks amused as he turns his treadmill on. “Feeling okay?” “Me? Oh, just swell. Not that I’m swelling. Gosh, no. None of that. Because it’d be inappropriate. At a gym. Which…heh. Swole. It’s kinda the same but not at all, you know?” And oh my God, someone stop me. Joey chuckles, as if he actually followed that train of thought, and starts off at a jog. My eyes slip down again. So much thigh.
