The air seemed full and brimming but I knew it wasn’t the sun. It was him. Anyway, right now, he’s by the pool, doing push-ups. In nothing but a pair of black track pants as he watches me talk with Grace. What’s his aversion to clothes? Why can’t he work out in a shirt or something? Why does he have to put his… sculpted muscles on display? People who wanna rub one out. I shake my head and dismiss his crass words. But I can’t dismiss what’s happening in front of me.
