Two days later
Ava pursed her lips as she stared at Matthew's shirtless frame. The last time she saw him, she didn't notice the scars on his body. Perhaps it was because she had been too engrossed in the pool between her legs that she didn't even see the tattoo on the man's right side of the chest.
Was that even possible?
Why did it sound like she was a hormonal teenager ogling at the shirtless football player?
Gosh.
"You are not supposed to come here." Matthew grunted as he closed the hood of the car he was working on.
"You have been avoiding me for two days."
He tilted his head and crossed his arms against his pure muscled chest. She turned her head away, hiding the blush on her face. She wasn't here to ogle at his body.
"What?" she snapped. Despite not looking at him, she knew he was smiling. No. More like smirking. Was he mocking her flushed face?
"You are injured."
"Not anymore," she snapped.
