**Ruth**
*I must be mental! Absolutely bloody mental!*
*But I tried. I didn’t wear the sexy hiking shorts and I’ve only a tiny bit of makeup on. I’m trying to do the friend thing. I’m trying my best and I’m doing alright…*
All of this was true apart from the mental bit. However that might follow shortly, if the muscles of his calves didn’t stop doing what they were doing. He was wearing shorts. And hiking boots of course. He was also walking directly in front of her, making life very difficult. Every step he took, his leg muscles tensed. The shape of each strong sinew and tendon, defined. So male. So very fucking male. The breathable material of his shorts flowed over his toned ass and for a few fleeting seconds she saw it naked in her mind’s eye, flexed; those tell tale dents visible on each hip the way men only get when thrusting hard.
*Damnit Ruth! Focus on the scenery. The landscape. Look at his feet instead. Something. Just not his ass.*