He breathes roughly, tiptoeing closer. “This is fucked…” “Get over it, superstar.” I unbutton my shirt. “It’s happening. Channel your horrendous attitude into at least acting like you’re fun.” “I am fun.” He scowls, removing his headband and tossing it onto the floor. “But I honestly think taking my clothes off in front of you sounds like a waking nightmare.” “Hm. Interesting.” I shrug out of my dress shirt. His eyes do a very quick drop over my shirtless torso before coming back up to mine. Then he tugs his shirt over his head.
