RORY
“No.”
“What?” I gape at Carter.
“No, you will not be throwing a pool party,” he repeats as though I hadn’t heard him the first time, his biceps bulging as he lifts the weights and lowers it, eyes closed in concentration.
We’re currently in my basement gym because I’d decided to join him for a workout session seeing as it’s a Saturday and I have nothing better to do with my time. The way his eyes had trailed down my body in appreciation made me glad that I’d worn the two piece I ordered online a while back. It’s designed for workout. A lycra material smooth and cool to the touch, and sexy as hell.
I stare down at him, disbelief turning my feet into two lead weights and I’m suddenly unable to move from the spot. “Give me one good reason why I can’t.”
“You serious?” He grunts.
