Weakling

AMY

I am staring at this perfectly shaped man sitting in front of me. I have seen a few good-looking men in my time but this is not even real. His abs are toned to perfection. It does not matter what way he is sitting his abs never disappear. But the definition of his upper chest is driving every thought that I had of what we should do now, out of my mind.

It feels as if I can not remember who I am or what I am doing here. This unbelievably handsome man has washed every thought from my mind except that of the perfection of his body. Then I could not help as the words escape my mouth out of pure excitement and he stares at me as if something is wrong.

"What is going on? Is Lucy back?"

"What?! Is she back?"

Then I see a frown appearing on his face.

"No...I am asking you?"