Oh he’s yelling
Benji
Everyone be quiet and let Trevor talk
Beau is delightful. I hope I can survive this wedding weekend with him.
Jackson
Sex?
Not paid for
Eli
Yeah, Trevor isn’t returning home without fucking that. Look at his BACK. That is SERIOUS back.
Thank you.
Benji
You’re going to give it away for free?
Maybe
Jackson
Good luck, babe. I gotta go. Duty calls.
Benji
Bye babes.
Eli
?
“Who’s got you smiling like that?” Beau asks, coming to a stop right in front of me. A greasy red rag drags over his fingers, wiping the oil from his perfectly large hands. The man really is unfairly hot without even realizing it. The absolute best kind of men.
“My best friends,” I say, wiggling my phone at him.
“Good friends if they make you smile like that.”
I shrug. “They’re okay.”
Beau laughs deeply and walks by to lay the tools down on his workbench. He smells like sweat, hot summer days, and hard work. A shiver threatens to roll through me just from his dizzying proximity. And then he does the hottest thing a man can do. At least in my opinion. He pulls off his shirt, wipes his face, then pops one hip against his workbench.
Christ. I tried to not stare at him too much in the spring yesterday. He’s got a broad firm chest with lots of dark hair sprinkled across it. Beau has the kind of muscle born from hard work, not time in the gym. My muscles are made for pretty, but Beau’s are for long days working under the sun.
“Trevor?”
“Sorry.” I shake my head violently to rid myself of fake boyfriend musings. “Did you say something?”
“I said we need to leave here around five to get to the farm in time. It’s pretty casual but I’m planning to wear nice clothes.”
“Right,” I say, hoping my voice sounds even.
“You sure you’re alright?”
