Counting Stars

CHAPTER TWENTY - WORKING OUT

Dedicated to _Everlasting for being an amazing cousin :D

~Mel

Mr Robber Guy was standing there.

He had his back to me, facing the large window that took up most of the wall at the end of the room.

Weak rays of sunlight poured inside, bathing his arms and torso in liquid gold that highlighted the contours of his body. My eyes followed the taut muscles down his arm, settling on the heavy weights he held that were the size of my head. He lifted his arms, panting, and raised both weights into the air.

"Seven...nine...six," he ground out. I regarded him in awe, checking him out unabashedly and wondering why the hell he was lifting weights this early in the morning.

"Seven...nine...seven."

What was I doing? Now was not the time to ogle my kidnappers. I was supposed to be escaping.

"Seven...nine-"

I took a step back. One of the floorboards creaked under my weight.

I froze.

Mr Robber Guy's head whipped up, his eyes narrowing when he saw me.

I stood there awkwardly, one foot still in the air in my attempt to flee.

"Uh, hi?" I said sheepishly.

He placed the weights on the floor and stood up quickly.

"What are you doing in here?" He demanded.

"I...I couldn't sleep. Sorry if I disturbed you."

He picked up a towel I hadn't noticed before from the floor and wiped his face with it.
I took a moment to drool over his abs while his face was covered so he wouldn't see me checking him out.

I'm pretty sure that was against some unspoken rule on how to behave around your kidnapper, but hey, turns out not all kidnappers were fifty-something pedophiles.

Some kidnappers were actually really hot. And, like, I deserve to be checking him out. He's deprived me of other boys to swoon over... ugh, it should also be illegal for young, hot guys to be the kidnappers. It wasn't fair on unsuspecting girls.

"Are you done?"

I jumped, looking guiltily at him.

He was smirking, having caught me inspecting his body for any nonexistent faults.

I tried to play it down.

"Wait," I held my hand up, looking him up and down more obviously.

"Yup. You're sweating like a pig. Go take a shower. You stink."

His smirk turned into a scowl as he processed my remark.

"Come on, you know you-"

"Hey."

Puck appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. His brown hair was sticking up in numerous places, and he was dressed in nothing but a pair of dark green boxer shorts.

I took several moments to admire the delicious six pack on display, then another few to mentally shake myself.

Bad, Krystie, bad!

Still, it was only fair to look because I could clearly see Puck looking me up and down as well.

Wait what...

I looked at myself. It was then that I realised my tank top had ridden up over the back of my shorts.

Blushing, I hurriedly pulled it down.

"Um..." I trailed off, unsure of how to continue. This was so awkward.

Puck grinned.

"Breakfast?" He asked, and with that, all was forgotten.