I nod, following her over to the treadmills.
Cory intercepts.
I walk past him as he says to her, “So you can train him?”
I pause, turning around.
Cecily doesn’t break a sweat. I don’t know how she can keep her composure so well. I would be losing it if a nasty gym dude who was ten years older was hitting on me.
Cecily says, “You don’t need a trainer, Cory. Look at you. You’re doing just fine. This guy, though?” She steps to the side and walks around him. She’s smooth. Damn. “He doesn’t have the same discipline as you. He needs it.”
I nod, staring at Cory. “Yeah.”
Cory gives me envious eyes and scoffs as he walks off.
I follow Cecily to the treadmills, and we turn them on.
“Is he always bothering you?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “His feathers are ruffled because you’re here.”
I add, “Because why would you want the old rooster if there’s a young cock around?”
She turns her head to me, amusement in her eyes. “Great metaphor. Did you learn that one in the locker room?”
I chuckle. “There’s a lot of metaphors learned in the locker room.”
Her eyes linger on mine for a moment. Then she looks forward and says, “Why did you come to this gym?”
“Honestly?”
Her eyes flick to mine. “No, lie to me.”
“I was avoiding my one-night stand at the campus gym.”
She tilts her head with a smirk. “Why hook up with someone if you’re just going to avoid them after?”
Guess she’s judging me. I shrug. “In my defense, I made my intentions very clear. I’m not looking for a girlfriend.”
“That’s the oldest excuse in the book. Why do guys even say that?”
“Guys tell you that?”
She nods. “Of course, but it’s always after. Once they’ve gotten what they wanted, it’s bullshit, honestly. And it’s funny, you know, because who even said I was looking for a relationship? To even hear that is just annoying.” Her face warps into disgust, but calms again when she looks at me.
“I say it because I mean it.”
“So, you’re willing to give your dick but not your heart?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“And why don’t you want a girlfriend?”
“I’m busy. Busy with college and hockey. It leaves no time for anything else.”
She nods. “Yeah, I get it. I’m focused on my career, classes, and gym life. I have no time for anything else, which reminds me.” She shoves her phone into my hand. “Take a video this time.”
I stop my treadmill and hop off. “What are you? An influencer or something?”
