“Slow and controlled, just like last week. Come on,pussy.”
I let the burn control my fight.
“You know what I think?” she says while I’m trying my hardest to move slowly. When I reach the bottom, she guides me to go back up. I’m squeezing so fucking hard and clenching my jaw. “I think that if your mom reached out to you right now, you could push harder.”
Shit. I inhale and push harder.
“Use that anger, channel it, fucking push! And release what’s not in your control.”
I’m at the top now. “You’re fucking with me.”
She shakes her head. “The only way I could get over my own shit was to push through it. Put myself in purposeful pain just like this.”
I’m shaking, listening to her.
“And when you’re finding demons in here.” She points at my temple, and I smell her perfume on her wrist. “It’s you against you.”
I drop the weight and pace again.
“My turn. Tell me mine this time,” she says.
I wipe my forehead with sweat and jump around, shaking out my jitters.
She grabs the dumbbells and places them on her legs. She uses her legs to lift them. And she’s already struggling, but seeing her like this is hot as hell.
Fucking shit.
I keep my fingers on the dumbbells.
“I know why you won’t drink,” I say.
“Fuck off,” she whispers.
“It’s because your mom’s an alcoholic, isn’t it?” I say, but the moment I do, it feels wrong.
She’s closing her eyes, focusing on her breath.
“Push, Ce,” I say because I can’t say more. Not when it feels like I’m somehow hurting her feelings. She reaches the top and opens her eyes. Her gaze meets mine.
“Don’t be a dick.”
I smirk. “I’m not being a dick if it’s true.”
She loses control, going down quicker than I know she wants to. But then she’s pushing herself, trying to bring the weight back up.
“You’re good enough, Ce. You deserve to feel happy. Push. Come on. You’re stronger than that. Way fucking stronger.”
She reaches the top, and this feels more like it. Her eyes open again, and she nods with approval. She needs praise, not to be torn apart. Me? I want to be ripped to shreds.
We continue this gym foreplay, and I swear I’m trying not to look at how slick her leggings are against her skin, but it’s skin fucking tight.
When we’re wiping down the weights, I say, “Your followers weren’t the only ones that went feral.”
She stands tall. “No?”
Fuck, she’s beautiful. Scott’s fucking right. I can’t bring her to the fucking party. Everyone’s going to be all over her, but I can’t un-invite her. It would be a dick move.
“My roommates, Scott and Westley. You’ll meet them this weekend. They were fangirls over you.”
