I step forward, closing the gap between us and putting a hand on his arm. It’s covered in a thin, white button-down, too dressy for a casual beach resort, but I can still feel his warmth beneath my hand and his strong muscles flexing as I rest there. A rush runs through me. I am a sucker for arms. It actually would be beneficial for my work ethic if he kept the business casual attire the entire time he’s staying here because if he bared them, I might actually have a problem.
