Rocky was just working in the hit summer weather as he mowed the grass. He glances back at you as you sat on the fence, watching as your shirt fits tightly around your abs and pecs. Rocky blushes a little, unsure if it was your body or the weather, but he finally gives up, sighing.

"Fuck it, this weather is horrible!" He yells before walking over to you. Rocky takes off his shirt, revealing his fit body, holding his shirt in your direction to take.