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The man was staring at him, a smirk on his lips, a dimple on display. Shit. Michael had… he totally had been gaping at this fucking drop of sweat for God knows how long. Because…. Ashton was just… playing with his fucking nerves. Michael wasn't the one to blame. Ashton was a fucking Asshole that absolutely didn't have to run shirtless and look so hot and force Michael to get distracted by his sweat. Wait– Ashton wasn't hot.
Michael blushed.
“If Michael’s done staring I'll go,” Ashton droped with his smirk still on his face.
Michael's eyes widened. The son of a bitch.
“You-”
Ashton was already gone. Calum laughed and Michael glared at him.
“This Asshole…” he mumbled. “What is his problem?”
“Um. Maybe you checking him out like that,” Calum rolled his eyes.
“I wasn’t– no! I wasn't checking him out! I got- I got distracted because… there was a drop of sweat on his neck and– I was looking at the drop!” Michael explained.
Luke burst into laughter. “Yeah, because that makes it so much better!”
“Shut up!” Michael whined, blushing.or,
michael is forced to go camping with the Asshole and he hates him, until he doesn't.