With every rep, his arms strain and bulge, and I think that any time those veins of his will pop out of his skin. Whatever. I don’t care. Neither do I care about the fact that he’s glistening, and I can see every ripple and groove of his shoulders and back. Even the drops of sweat that are pooling in those ridges. Why’s he working out in this heat, anyway? The main house has a big gym, for God’s sake.
