I took her hand and led her back to the table.
Lauren Collier was making me so damn crazy that for the first time in my life, I had no idea what was real and what wasn’t anymore.
I wasn’t myself, and I hated that.
I was going to figure out a way to find the old Cole, the sane one that had existed before I’d met Lauren Collier.
If I didn’t, I was going to completely lose my shit.
Lauren
Cole:You got your protein in for today?
I smiled as I looked down at the text on Wednesday night.
I’d spent my first three mornings waking up early to get to Cole’s place for my fitness coaching.
And honestly, that was exactly what Cole was doing for me.
He wasn’t just teaching me a balance between cardio and resistance training so my body composition would improve.
Cole had been showing me how much more there was to being fit than just my weight.
In fact, he was insistent that I stop looking at conventional BMI charts and telling myself that I was overweight.
It just so happened that he had a fancy machine in his gym that measured body composition, and after we’d used it, he’d convinced me to change up my diet during the week.
He was determined to make me stop eating salads all the time and counting calories. Cole wanted me to focus on my protein intake to build some lean muscle.
I had to admit, the guy knew his fitness science, and it all made more sense to me once he’d shared some of his nutrition knowledge with me.
So yeah, he had me counting macros and getting to my goal for protein every day to change my body composition instead of getting to a predetermined weight.
The new fitness routine he’d put together for me kicked my butt every morning.
Since I’d started a combination of resistance and cardio, I was using muscles I didn’t know that I had.
To be honest, Cole made sure I was comfortable with the workout I was doing.
It was more me pushing myself than Cole working me overly hard.
Me:Done. I reached my goal after dinner tonight.
Cole:Good job. You’re going to start noticing the difference eventually. See you in the morning? Or do you feel like you need a break?
I frowned.
Yeah, I was a little sore, but I’d actually miss going to Cole’s in the morning if I didn’t go.
He made sure that he split what muscle groups I was working on every day to give some of them a rest.
I was getting used to seeing Cole every morning, and I looked forward to it.
Okay, I probably looked forward to seeing him a little too much every morning, but I’d managed to keep my emotions and lust in check.
After our dance at The Mug And Jug, I had a very long talk with myself about the dangers of lusting after Cole Remington.
Besides, I thought it was pretty obvious that he really wasn’t lusting after me.
