Rylie's POV

"Gee Rylie, you don't look so good. Are you sure you're not hot as well?" Blake asked smugly.

I fought to tear my eyes away from his perfectly toned abs and asked drily, "What makes you think I'm hot?"

"Well, for one, you looked incredibly flustered and you're also sweating. A lot, if I might add," he pointed out.

I was sweating? I touched my forehead and saw that he was right. I was sweating.

"Maybe I am a little hot. Could you perhaps get me something cold?" I choked out.

"Sure. Anything for you, girlfriend," he winked before walking out of the room, his shirt in hand....