Helanie:
Now, we stood in front of his car, wearing rubber gloves. He handed me a cloth and began pouring soap into the bucket.
I watched him do that for a few seconds before he straightened up and glanced down at his damp shirt and jacket.
"What are you doing?" I nearly choked as he shamelessly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, his abs now fully on display.
"What? Am I supposed to keep my body trapped in there?" He shook his head slightly, a silent way of calling me 'silly,' before reaching for the sponge in the bucket.
"Okay, but stay away from me," I muttered under my breath, hoping he wouldn't hear.
He started scrubbing the car with an intense focus, making his muscles flex even more. I hated how often my eyes drifted in his direction. But soon enough, we were both too busy with the task at hand to pay attention to ourselves.
