How can someone handle this? Just sitting or standing next to him, you still cannot daze your gaze away from this biceps. It’s not your fault, it’s his. So damn hot.

“What’s wrong, little meow?”

He asked while you were only staring at his arm. No, as an ideal girlfriend (it was just your excuse to not be brazen), you had to control this. You could not just say it straight to him that you wanted to be suffocated by his biceps.