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You couldn’t help but stare. Antonio hadn’t shown to be a gym rat—or a person who got exercise at all, besides the occasional sit-up to get out of bed—but suddenly, he was shirtless in front of you, with a very impressive set of muscles.
“Is something wrong?” he asked cheerfully. He toweled off his sweat, fanning himself with a hand. “It’s hot,” he explained, when you didn’t say anything. You swallowed thickly.
“Nothing’s wrong,” you said with an awkward laugh. You set down the basket of laundry and turned heel. “Sorry for bothering you!” Once you’d turned around, you allowed your face to scrunch up into that of stunned disbelief. Who knew that he could’ve been that good looking underneath that baggy shirt all along? It wasn’t as if you hadn’t noticed the Spaniard’s good looks, but you hadn’t ever expected something quite like what you’d seen.
“[Name]?”
You winced at the sound of your name and went back a few steps, poking your head back through the door while looking at the dust on the floor.
“What is it?” you asked, strained to try and mimic a casual tone. You heard his footsteps approach and then suddenly, a hand lifted your chin up, so that your eyes were held captive by those of deep green. You gave a small yelp of surprise and backed away, your face turning hotter than the humid Spain summer. He cocked his head to the side, swiping back his hair with a toned arm, and your eyes just could not help but watch the motion. Your gaze lingered on the curve of his muscles before snapping back to him as he spoke sultrily,
“All you have to do is ask, mi amor.”