Victor shakes his head. “Sometimes the solution is to fight, Tia.”
My brows clump together. “I don’t think so.”
The last time I tried, I got a knife in my shoulder.
Victor parks at the apartment. I glance at his extended, muscular arm holding the gearshift. How can he make this motion look so hot? I shake my head. When I lift my gaze, I’m met by amused green eyes. I got caught checking him out again.
“You like ogling guys, Tia?” A seductive smile ignites on his lips. He licks them, and something else ignites deep in my core.
“It’s not my fault you flex your muscles all the time to show them off.”
“Oh, you like how my muscles move?”
He proceeds to make a show of flexing his biceps. I swallow all the saliva before I start drooling.
“I didn’t say that. Your muscles… don’t bother me.” I stutter at the end and Victor laughs.
“Okay.” He shrugs his shoulders.
Then he pulls up the back of his T-shirt collar. Slowly. Almost pausing as each inch of his bare six-pack is revealed. My mouth drops open and I make an effort to close it.
His hard pec muscles are bulging. A silly thought crosses my mind and I can’t hide my devilish smile.
“Why are you smiling, Tia?”
I straighten my lips right away. I even bite my tongue for more impact. I can’t make a fool of myself.
Don’t you dare ask him. Don’t do it, Tia.
“I was thinking something, but it’s really stupid. It’s okay… Let’s get inside.”
Victor holds my hand and intertwines our fingers. “Let’s hear it.”
“When I saw your… chest, I thought about Dwayne Johnson.”
Victor stops breathing for a second and then bursts into laughter, throwing his head back. I try to pull my hand out of his grip but he tightens it.
“And?” he says, trying to take breaths.
“I’m not saying anything because you’re laughing at me.”
“But you’re so cute. Tell me.” He takes one exaggerated deep breath.
“I was wondering if you can move your pec muscles like him… you know… how he does it.”
Victor bites his lip, probably to stifle another burst of laughter.
“You mean like this?”
And his left and right pec muscles move up and down individually just like I’ve seen the Rock do in his movies.
My eyes grow so big, they might pop out of their sockets. I suck in a short breath and move closer. I shake my hand out of his grip and touch his chest while Victor moves it.
“Ohmigod. You can do that.”
When there’s no answer, I finally drag my gaze to Victor’s face. His eyes are wide, his breaths coming in fast, and his lips are trembling as if he’s trying to stifle a smile.
He shakes his head and bursts into laughter again. I can’t help it and join in. When our breathing finally calms down, Victor reaches for my hand and kisses the back of it gently. Just when I thought my breathing had returned to a normal pace, he goes and does something equally delightful and frustrating like that.
