There's a grocery list folded in his pocket waiting to get crossed off.
But all of that can wait, because there's a guy carrying his dog walking right in front of him.
The guy's wearing bright red running shorts, and the muscles in his legs flex with every step. In his arms sits a…Eddie actually has no clue what breed of dog it is, but whatever it is, it looks completely content with its life, tucked securely against this man's chest, watching the traffic go by.
Eddie has never wanted to be a dog more.
Which is saying something, because he doesn't even like dogs that much. He's more of a cat person.
So why is a guy carrying his dog the hottest thing Eddie has seen in months?
Why is he carrying the dog, anyway?
Maybe he's waiting until they reach the park so it doesn't run into traffic.
Maybe the dog just wanted to be carried.
He, too, would like to be carried around by this guy.
Then promptly ignores it.
Groceries have to wait, for now he's following a random hot stranger whose face he hasn't even seen yet.
Eddie's eyes drift down to those legs again, then slightly higher.
Thank you, running shorts.
He crouches down and carefully sets the dog on the ground.
The dog immediately holds one paw slightly off the pavement.
And now Eddie feels like an asshole.
Here he is thirsting over some guy who's been carrying his hurt dog around.
Then again…Why does that somehow make him even hotter?
Eddie desperately tries to think of a reason to approach.
Maybe the dog stepped on a bee.
Maybe…What exactly is Eddie supposed to do?
He's not a vet or something.
He has nothing to offer here.
Then the guy finally looks up.
And Eddie catches his first glimpse of his face.
Like insultingly gorgeous.
Eddie's so busy staring that he doesn't realize he's stopped walking, too.
Not until the guy's eyes meet his.
Eddie immediately jerks his gaze away. He glances around, pretends he's hopelessly lost, then spins on his heel and starts walking in the opposite direction.
Eddie Munson is, at the end of the day, a very weak man.
