'Hey. Workout buddy?'
He liked working out with her yesterday? Not that she worked out with him, just looked at him.
'Your ogling time will go up.'
'Yes.'
Ugh. How could he just admit to that?
'So will yours.' He added.
She decided to follow her previous line of thought. He was intensely hot, looking at him should be expected.
'Mortals look at gods. They don't often look back.'
He didn't respond for a minute. Finally:
'Come down. I need a pushup buddy.'
Coward! Still, Bea was smiling. She threw on some workout clothes of her own, a pair of Lycra pants and a sports bra, and went to the garage.
His deep blue eyes bored into her, like the full force of a lighthouse burning in her direction. He was in the middle of squats, a bar across his back with some ungodly amount of weight on
