Chapter 88

I realise if Adrian is going to go far in today's competition then he should do exactly the opposite of what everyone else is doing. It might sound weird at first, but yet the more I consider it the more I find the plan becoming more solid in my mind.

Everyone is showing off their strength very visibly in this place, the outdoorsy nature of these games also does nothing to help.

I can already see people jogging up and down in a sort of synchronised manner, it just helps me to notice exactly who has coalitioned with who, and who exactly is against who.

"Show me your arm" I say. He stretches it out, and the first lines of muscle I can see there makes me give up.

This inspection isn't going to go anywhere if it's done by me, for the past thirty minutes now, I have been trying to decide exactly what is Adrian's strength, which part of his body would favour him more in this competition, and it seems that i have come to no conclusion ever since.

My mind cannot simply be unwilling to stray from what it wants to do, and moving to another place, and unsolicited place if I might add.

A place that makes me blush down the cheek like my face was set on fire. It would appear each and every part of his body is molded to perfection, and it just makes me remember someone else, someone else with golden flecked eyes. I can almost imagine exactly how confused my mind is right now.

It seems each and every thought I have leads back to him somehow, it leads back to this person who has bewitched my mind, and who doesn't even seem to have to noticed it.

"It's the same way with everyone else" Adrian says, and I realised I had muttering. I had been muttering my thoughts out loud and he heard all of them.

The flushed blush creeps onto my face once more, and I look at him trying to give him my most serious expression.

"Exactly how much did you hear by the way..." I ask, and the grin that creeps up his face makes me go even more pink at the ears, but I feel I'm trapped into some sort of pleasant struggle.

I like this new nature that sprung up between the both of us, I like the way Adrain makes me feel useful, even though I am doing practically nothing.

I can't say I'm doing nothing though because even with all my distraction and hazy minded inspection, I have still managed to notice some things.

His body is perfectly modeled, that means he can have a fair shot at everything, but yet it also places him at some sort of disadvantage.

I can see guys with even huger and more firm muscles than he has. I can see people with triceps that are perfectly toned and formed, telling you exactly how much prowess they would have when they were running.

Adrian seems to be a combination of everything, and I say it ruefully, as even right now that I'm having these thoughts my mind, it's still stranys, not to those of someone gold-flecked, but to the person in front of me.

Each and every part of his body Is molded into perfection, and that is a fact I cannot deny.

Now the only thing left to do is to figure out exactly how to play this to our advantage.