Sofia's [POV]
Counting isn't rocket science. I mean, some animals can do it. Plus anyone studying music learns to count beats. So I should be an expert.
But holy shit. My brain's mushy. And it isn't because I've been drinking.
I run my fingers along my mouth, just to be sure I'm not drooling like an idiot.
Nope. The skin is dry. Yay. A win.
Neither Nike nor Under Armour must've offered Declan enough to wear their stuff, because he's working out topless. The only thing he has on is a pair of black shorts whose logo I didn't see or care about and gray athletic shoes.
A stack of weight moves steadily up and down as Declan pulls on a bar attached to an overhead pulley. I don't know what this exercise is called, but it showcases the gorgeous muscles in his back and arms. I also like how wide his shoulders are while his waist is so damn trim. Bet I wouldn't be able to pinch anything but a bit of skin on his side. He's that lean.
