Chapter 80 Abs
First off, let me clarify: I'm not some lustful woman. I just wanted to see what the big deal was with men's abs that every romance novel raves about. I had no impure thoughts about Brad.
"What are you staring at?" Brad swam over and asked.
"Brad, you actually have abs! Can I touch them?" I whispered, pulling him closer.
Brad's ears turned pink. He glared at me, then swam away like a fish.
'It's just abs, no big deal! I didn't expect Brad, almost thirty, to be so shy and blush! First time teasing Brad successfully!' I thought.
After a few laps, I got tired and lay on a beach chair, wearing sunglasses and enjoying the view.
Actually, I was admiring Brad, the male mermaid.
Brad appeared at my feet, hands on his hips, blocking the sun with his tall, strong body.
His eight-pack abs were right in front of me, and they looked perfect.
Brad looked like a delicious dessert.
I discreetly swallowed and pinched my hands to avoid embarrassing him.
"If you want to look, just look. Why sneak glances?" Brad raised an eyebrow.
I was wearing sunglasses. How did he notice? Amazing.
"Who wants to look? If you dare, let me touch them." I blurted out, immediately regretting it.
'What was I saying? How could a well-behaved girl like me say such things? So embarrassing!' I thought.
If I were a shrimp, I'd be red from embarrassment.
"Really want to touch?" Brad's voice came close. He bent down, his face right in front of mine, making me shrink back.
"What are you dodging for, coward?" He sneered.
"Who's a coward? So what if you have abs? I don't care to touch them. Besides, I'll touch Louis's in the future." I said.
Brad paused. I couldn't see his expression through my sunglasses, but I suddenly felt cold.
The October wind in Sunhaven shouldn't be this chilly.
"If you don't dare, just admit it. Why make excuses? Pathetic." Brad said.
Knowing he was provoking me, I still fell for it. In front of Brad, I was always so useless.
I wasn't usually competitive. Why was I so rebellious now?
"Fine, I'll touch it. It's just muscle, not gonna bite. What's there to be afraid of? Come here, let me touch." I said.
I sat up and bravely reached out to touch his abs.
But in the end, I was just a girl in my early twenties who had never touched a man's body. No matter how bold my words were, I chickened out.
My fingers were so close to his abs, but I just couldn't do it.
I was too impulsive this time.
How could I back out without Brad laughing at me?
"Chickened out? I knew you were all talk!" Brad said.
'I really chickened out. Brad, I give up. Not touching, okay?' I thought.
"Look, Brad, you're saving yourself for my future sister-in-law. Your abs should be reserved for your future girlfriend." I laughed awkwardly, making excuses.
Brad sneered, "Nice try, but you look like you're regretting not touching them. I'm telling you, opportunities don't come twice. If I really find a girlfriend, you'll never get the chance again. Won't you regret it?"
It was true.
But I didn't dare to touch.
Brad asked, "Honestly, do you want to touch?"
I looked up at Brad, hoping he'd decide for me.
To touch or not to touch, it was all up to Brad.
I don't know if I lost my balance or if Brad wobbled, but my palm landed squarely on his abs.
The warm and smooth sensation instantly turned my face red.
I really touched them.
The feel was just as good as described in books.
"How does it feel? Tell me." Brad asked.
"Um, smooth, warm, firm, and flexible." I racked my brain for words, thinking I did pretty well, only to be met with Brad's triumphant laughter.
He stood beside my lounge chair, not moving, looking at me with a smug smile.
What was I even saying?
Great, now in Brad's eyes, I was no longer his beloved neighbor girl but a lustful woman.
Brad kept laughing, his abs trembling, the sensation particularly clear. It wasn't until I turned away in embarrassment and anger that he gradually stopped laughing.
Even when lunch was served, the heat on my face hadn't completely subsided.
Especially my right hand, the palm almost felt cooked by the rushing blood.
For the next few days, I deliberately avoided Brad. Whenever I saw him, my eyes would involuntarily glance at his abs, and the sensation in my palm seemed to linger.
On the night before we returned, I lay in the yard, counting stars alone.
Brad came over and sat at my feet.
I recalled something I shouldn't have thought about, my right palm feeling like it was holding molten lava and my face heating up.
Luckily, it was night, and the darkness could hide my embarrassment.
"Why have you been avoiding me lately? I don't get it. You touched, so what? I'm the one who got touched, and I didn't mind. What are you fussing about?" Brad asked.
He had a point, but it was too awkward. How was this different from teasing him?
Even though he provoked me, falling for it was my lack of self-control.
I asked, "Brad, did you come to tell me this?"
'If so, please don't bring it up again. Let's go back and pretend nothing happened to save me some face.' I thought.
"No, I want to tell you that you can date, but be sincere. Don't give too much until you're sure he's the right one, or you'll regret it later."
Why did Brad sound more like my dad than my mom right now?
He sounded just like Ronan, even the earnest tone was the same.
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