Adelaide
"Come on, don't be a baby; it's not long," I said, turning back and looking at Rowan far behind me.
He was slumped against a rock, his face flushed and out of breath, his eyes closed. He ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair and then looked at me, his eyes irritable.
"To a muscle-soaked man, you look like a parrot," I said, putting my hands on my hips.
We were on our fourth day in Costa Rica. We were surrounded by nature and then on a hike recommended by our resort on a headland. The manager, who was constantly trying to lick Rowan's ass, had given us exclusive destinations and the best private routes, and although Rowan didn't want to do them, I insisted so much that he was forced.
"As much as I admire your beauty, how can you not have a drop of sweat?" he said, pulling h
