“How’s the book?” He drawled later, when he’d finished his workout and you’d grabbed the closest book you could find before he entered the living room.

“Riveting” You tried to focus on the page instead of the way Rhys’s sweat-dampened clung to his torso. Six- pack abs for sure. Maybe even an eight- pack. Not that you were counting.

“Sure seems that way” Rhys’s face remained impassive but you could hear the mocking bent in his voice. He walked to the bathroom and without looking back he added “By the way princess, the book is upside down” You slammed the hardcover shut, your skin blazing with newfound embarrassment