April 15th, 2012 (a decent hour of the morning)
Kellynch House
Oh good Lord. Let's play a game, I'll describe something, write some ellipses dots and then give you the answer:
What was I not expecting when I stepped out into the hallway this morning?
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A. Shirtless. Fred.
Sweet mother ship of all alien spacecrafts.
I don't know what he's been doing but… hot damn.
There's some real definition there. I'm talking you could grate cheese on those abs.
I'm not even going to deny that I back tracked quickly into the room and had to wipe the trail of drool off of the floor.
Okay I didn't really. I actually sort of stood there.. Unable to move. Quite transfixed on the fact that my shirtless ex-fiancé somehow managed to get even more buff than the last time I saw him without a shirt.
So he's not crazy buff like the guys who go to the gym all day, every day. But, you can tell it's no couch potato.
Oh wow. Just. Wow.
Who knew that me spending the night at my old home at the invitation of Sophie Croft would end up with me physically bumping into abs that would rival Adonis'. This time I'm not even exaggerating.
Yes, I speaketh (writeth?) the truth, not only did I SEE what Fred packs.. The universe decided to throw in an extra morsel for me today…
Okay so I'm going to have to elaborate on this:
I step out of the spare room to head downstairs. I get to the top of the stairs, me not paying attention out of habit (I know this place so well I could play hide and seek blindfolded and win no matter which one I was doing). I bump into Fred Wentworth who was coming from downstairs, obviously having just completed a run.
I ACTUALLY BUMP INTO FRED WENWORTH AS HE MADE HIS WAY UP THE STAIRS.
I am not overreacting. Merely reacting more than I need to.
Pardon whilst I delve into the inappropriate side of things, but bumping into a hot, sweaty and incredibly fit male human specimen made this female human specimen hot and sweaty.
And I'm not even ashamed to admit it.