Chapter 15: Cabin Fever

1 day after the camping trip Luke strolled towards the cabin, shirtless. He'd spent the morning working out and he returned now, exhausted. His black hair was messy from the number of times he'd run his hand through it. He held his shirt in one hand and a water bottle in another. The veins on his arms contoured his muscles, which flexed when he moved. I was frozen in place, hand trapped midair as I was about to drink. I put the glass down and stared at the drinkable man walking towards me. His upper torso glinted with a thin layer of sweat. It added to the rough sex appeal emanating from him. His smooth lips parted as he came up to me, "Look who got out of bed." The way he said bed made me think of all the things... No! I can not let my mind go there. "The campers are doing their activities and we have the afternoon off," I said, closing my book. I was trying to stay professional. Stay focused on