But the way sweat shimmers on her skin is fucking distracting. The way her chest heaves and the pulse point in her neck flutters. It’s almost annoying. That I can’t stop stealing glances. That I’m so painfully aware of her right next to me. But the most annoying thing of all is that she doesn’t pay me any attention at all. And after twenty minutes, she hops off her bike, wipes it down, and walks away—giving me the most glorious view of her pert ass—without saying a goddamn word to me.
