Bab 75: Jerk McJerky Pants...

Oh, God.

I was practically hyperventilating in my mind. 

I didn't hear him properly because my eyes trailed to his abdomen, where his beautiful eight pack was in front of me, practically shoved in my face even with his height. His chest kept heaving up and down as he took deep breaths, proving that he had been doing some intense workout before I came. His sweats were hanging dangerously low on his hips, revealing the defined V-line and a scatter of dark hair that I had to tear my eyes away. 

When I looked up at him, he had a smirk playing on his face and an eyebrow raised. "If I knew I would be getting more reactions like this, I would walk around shirtless more often."

Something about the way he said that set my face on fire as I cleared my throat. "I need to talk to you."

He leaned against his doorframe. "Well, we're talking now, aren't we?"