“Books are exercise for the intellect,” William defended, ignoring all discussion of Gabe’s abs (which he had seen, actually, through a wet, clinging shirt, in this very pool) because it wouldn’t do to get Pete started on that subject. “I don’t need to look like either of you, I just want a healthy workout.” And to get Pete safely out of the way and distracted for the evening. Details.
He settled onto the sand and frowned at the way it immediately began clinging to his black trousers. “Why am I getting on my back?”