Throwing his T-shirt over his shoulder, Brendan tilted his head. “Do you want to take a picture?”
She shook her head, snapping herself out of it and looked away. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Oh?” He sped towards her, towering over her. “So you weren’t just staring at my body?”
Her cheeks heated, but she rolled her eyes. “The sun was reflecting on your sweat; it was practically burning my eyes.”
Brendan scoffed, stepping closer and shielding the sun, “Why don’t you take a look now? Better yet, take a whiff.” He brushed his mouth against her ear. “Indulge in my scent,” he purred, “you know you want to.”
Suki pushed him away, “Why are you always taunting me like that? You treat me like I’m some plaything.”
He frowned, furrowing his brows. “Do you expect me to be all lovey-dovey like you
