Vin's POV
We've just come out of the open paintball game field, Tim and I went to his car, he popped up his car's trunk and opened a duffel bag. He pulled a shirt from it and he took off the shirt he's wearing. I saw his body, which is a slightly built one, and I can't stop admiring his physique. But I've managed to avert my gaze and Tim snickered.
"You nonchalantly changed your clothes in front of me and yet you feel uncomfortable when I took off my shirt."
"It's called respect for privacy. The thing you should've done earlier while I'm changing."
He didn't argue back, he threw the shirt he previously wore inside the trunk. He closed the trunk and got into the car. I climbed in the back seat of the car and grabbed my bag.
"What are you doing back there?"
"I'm just going to change my shirt."
"Okay."
I took off my shirt and I saw Tim's eyes looking at the rearview mirror.
"I can tell you're looking at me."
