Chapter 82: Citizenry
"Seriously, Alex?"
Deion chuckled and shook his head at the sight of his best friend - shirtless, sweat gleaming off his abs - precisely positioned so that anyone passing by the construction site would get an eyeful of his chiseled physique.
"First of all, it's only 50 degrees out -"
"58," Alex argued, heaving another stone on top of the wall he was building for this set of Paragon's latest drama. "That's almost in the sixties." He paused to swipe a dusty, rippling forearm across his brow, brushing the fringe of straight black hair from his striking, angular eyes, which were narrowed against the sun.
"- and you do realize that any woman that might come by here is too busy floating along on 'happy pills' to notice anything you're doing, or wearing, or not wearing. Right?" Deion finished, raising a wry eyebrow. Alex had come a long way from the scrawny exchange student he befriended in the year leading up to the outbreak, but still.