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Tyler finally stopped punching at the bag and turned around to face Cameron. She tried to keep her eyes off of his very shirtless and sweaty torso as he unabashedly toweled himself off in front of her.
"You make some good points, Jones, but I was thinking of something else," he said, biting his lip.
Yes, biting his lip.
Cameron became very aware of just how close they were standing, and just how much he was currently lacking in the shirt department.
"What," she cleared her throat and looked down, suddenly very interested in a piece of dust on her shoe, "what were you thinking?" she tried to ask as casually as one can when being unashamedly hit on by a famous NHL player, and entirely not knowing if she wanted to hear what 'something else' from Tyler Seguin meant. Money? Favors? Her limited edition Richard Gere collectable, limited edition figurine? Oh please, anything but the figurine...
"A date," he responded coolly.
Cameron nearly choked.