“I think you could stand a few more calories.”
“Yet you’d be wrong. I have to lose at least nine pounds to even be in good training condition, and then another three to six to actually compete.”
Rob blinked slowly, looking Matty up and down. “You’re talking about losing as much as fifteen pounds. What would be left on your body for a person to bite?”
Matty’s breath felt warmth in his chest, and he tingled all over as his eyes met Rob’s. He swallowed. “My ass. There’s always plenty of ass for that.”
I love them so much already. Hope it lasts!!