“I WAS THINKING,” TREVOR leaned back against the arm of the sofa in his usual couch-potato position. His hair was still damp from the shower they had just taken after having eaten a variety of leftovers that had been sitting around in Lil’s fridge.
“Oh, I thought muscle couldn’t think?” she teased, sitting at the opposite end of the sofa with his sock-clad feet propped up on her thighs.
“Intelligent and witty, what a perfectly awful combination.” He rolled his eyes.
Lil pulled a hair on his right leg, making him yelp. “Serves you right.” She sniffed.
Trevor reached down to rub the stinging area. “Better watch it, curly-locks, I can bench press three of you.” He flexed his pecs, watching Lil as she stared at his muscles beneath the white T-shirt she’d let him borrow. On her the cotton g
