Rhett growls something under his breath and tosses the towel aside. “Nothing. Never mind.”
I take a step forward. My arms are tingling now and my mouth is dry–but my center is not. I feel like I feel sometimes when I read those books Clarisse brings me. Maybe it’s because I was reading one a moment ago–or maybe it’s some leftover anxiety from my visit with Arthur, but I’m feeling curious at the moment. And I say something I don’t think I normally would.
“Do you always work out shirtless?” He doesn’t answer. My heart is racing. Am I overstepping? “You’re…in very good shape.”
Still, he is silent.
“You know I have these books that Clarisse gets me, and the men on the cover are always very muscular. You look like you could be one of them actually–”
“Cassandra,” he snaps, as if warning me.
