He walked towards me, flaunting his bulging biceps in a black tank top. He flaunted his taut calf muscles in a pair of navy walking shorts with every step he took, and he completed his casual ensemble with a pair of dark aviator sunglasses. The ponytailed shoulder-length hair and a smattering of day-old stubble adorned his forehead, giving his classically handsome good looks an edge.
When he maintained his eye contact with me while smiling, I almost collapsed to the ground. “You look like someone who wanted to claim my innocence right now,” I proclaimed, and he snapped his brows together. “Oh no, I didn’t mean that. I mean that you look good in your casual ensemble.” I looked away after I bit my bottom lip to save myself from further embarrassment.
“Thank you, Tyler,” he said. “You're
