Page 38 of More Than Just Friends

It occurred to me that we hadn’t taken many photos together. In Fira that was my fault because I hadn’t gone with him on the cable cars and at lunch, he was mainly going through the pictures he’d taken with Kayleigh. It wasn’t a problem though because we’d be able to get lots of gorgeous sunset photos later.

‘Go on then,’ Adonis prompted. ‘Please do not be shy. Take as many photos of me as you like. I know that you must be excited to show all of your friends how I look. If you prefer, I can take my T-shirt off?’

My eyes popped. I wasn’t sure that a fancy shop like this would appreciate him flashing his bare chest at the customers.

Then again, some of them might like it.

‘Er… it’s okay. I’ll just take one with you in the T-shirt,’ I stuttered. ‘It suits you.’

Wait.

I’d just turned down the opportunity to take a photo of a muscular man.

And not just any man.

Adonis was a literal Greek god.

I should be snapping away like a paparazzi who’d just spotted the Hemsworth brothers wandering the streets in the buff. But instead, I’d said no.

Who am I right now?

‘There is no need to be embarrassed.’ He grinned as he pulled the T-shirt over his head. I swear I just heard it rip, but I was keeping my mouth shut.

Next thing I knew Adonis was standing there topless.

And I felt… nothing.

I must be coming down with something.

Adonis clearly worked hard on his body and it’d paid off. The man was beefier than a burger factory.

As someone who was guilty of signing up for gym memberships in January, vowing to go three times a week, but failing miserably, I had nothing but respect and admiration for his commitment.

But for some strange reason, looking at all those muscles wasn’t getting my lady juices flowing.

‘Er, wow. You… your body is very muscular.’ I flashed him a half smile.

‘Thank you. Would you like to touch it before or after you take photos?’

Touch it?

In the middle of a freaking designer boutique?

I looked around the store nervously. The staff were serving other customers but surely it was only a matter of time before they spotted Adonis’s impromptu strip show.

‘I shouldn’t.’ I smiled. ‘We’re in public and…’

Adonis’s face fell. I’d offended him. He was clearly very proud of his body. And although of course I knew I wasn’t obligated to touch him just because he’d asked, maybe I was overthinking.

It wasn’t like he was asking me to scratch his arse or feel his dick. It was harmless.

It could be good research. I’d never touched a man that shredded before. Most women would kill to be in my position.

I pasted on a smile and walked over. The quicker I touched it and took a photo, the quicker he could get dressed and we could leave.

I gave his shoulder a little poke.

‘Very nice,’ I said, not really meaning it. It felt like sweaty, sticky concrete.