“Well, I didn’t need to hear you talk so explicitly about everything else,” I snapped.
“What did I say?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going to repeat it just so you can hear me say bad words.”
“‘Bad words’? What are we, five?”
“Fine.” I crossed my arms and stared in disbelief at him. “I didn’t need to hear all about how hard you were or how… how…”
His lips turned up in a wicked grin. “How perfect I think your tits are?”
“Oh my God,” I said in his face as I physically pushed him off the door to let myself out. Holy shit. Mistake, I swallowed hard. Never ever touch his abs again, I scolded myself, dizzy over how absurdly hard his muscles just felt under my palms.
“Right, well, see you around,” Lukas called humorously down the hall. My heart slammed as I fought back the urge to respond or so much as look back. And I succeeded, but the second I was out the door of the townhouse, my fingers flew to send Sara the rare all-caps text.
ME: HE IS AS BAD AS I THOUGHT AND YOU OWE ME 10000 CABS!!! POUR TWO GLASSES OF WINE I’LL BE THERE IN 10!!!!