now, I’m sharing a hotel room with him, and I’m sitting across from him at dinner, and this is starting to feel like a damn date. With the sexiest man I’ve seen in, well, ever. Holy muscles, Batman. This man has plenty to bring to the gun show, let me tell you. His biceps bulge against the sleeves of the green Henley he’s wearing. I might spontaneously combust if I try to imagine what they look like in a scrub top. And don’t even get me started on the sharp jawline, the dark hair, and the brown eyes with flecks of gold. Did I mention the muscles?
