No scales or humps. No hairy back either, for the record.
 
 Eve
 
 I don’t believe you.
 
 The next message that pinged in was an image.
 
 I’ve never come so close to falling off my chair. “Jesus fuck,” I whispered.
 
 It was a selfie in his bathroom. His back turned, one hand up, holding the phone to take the photo in a mirror’s reflection. It didn’t show his face, but it did show every inch of delicious, sculpted back.
 
 No hair, scales, or bumps in sight.
 
 I swallowed hard.
 
 Eve
 
 Okay, so your back is good. But now I’m thinking you’re hiding something on your chest, since you conveniently left that out of the photo.
 
 I went back to admiring the photo of his back, in particular, the lower half that narrowed into his hips and ass.
 
 His ass looked damn good. And I knew he was a gray sweatpants sorta guy.
 
 When my phone binged again, it was another bathroom selfie.
 
 His body was more perfect than I could have even imagined. Any daydream I might have had about defined pecs and ripped abs was blown away by the real thing. For an insane moment, I considered licking the screen. That was how hot the man was.
 
 Eve
 
 Jesus Christ. Do you live at the gym?
 
 Boston
 
 Only every other week.
 
 He lied. Nobody got a body like that by working out intermittently. His sweatpants hung low on his hips. So low they showed off his V lines and a tiny sliver of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband.
 
 Perv that I was, I tried zooming in to check out what he had going on beneath it, but he was hidden behind the bathroom sink.
 
 A flash of disappointment joined the heat coursing through my body. Did I dare carry on the game? Just how far could I push the man before he said stop?
 
 I really wanted to find out. “Ah, fuck it. We’ve come this far, might as well push my luck a little more.”
 
 Eve
 
 Photo stops at your waist? Shame. I’d hate to think it was your dick that is your problem area.
 
 Boston
 
 Did you just ask me for a dick pic? I thought girls hated those?
 
 Eve
 
 We hate the unsolicited ones… Different story if we asked for one.
 
 Boston
 
 Are you asking for one, Eve?