Page 116 of Reluctantly You

I elbow him gently. “No more talking down on yourself. Remember, we deserve the good things. All of them.”

He straightens his shoulders. “Yeah, you’re right. I deserve it. SkittlesandAugust.”

“Exactly, and don’t forget it.”

He cocks his head at me, his eyes shining. “I mean, there’s a high percentage I will. I have a terrible memory. Except when it comes to our trauma. Then I can fucking remember it all.”

I snort and nod. “I know.”

He leans a little closer to me. “Still have the nightmares?”

“Yeah, at times.”

“Sucks, huh? If I’m ever a parent, I’m not gonna fuck them up. I’ll do better.”

I stare at Mitchell and nod, the shit he’s gone through because of his fucking parents. “Me too.”

“So, you and Mitchell…” He waggles his eyebrows again, and I bite my bottom lip.

“No comment.”

I move toward the weights and Emmy trails next to me, giggling.

“I knew it. I have the biggest brain. When I die, they’ll cut me open and be amazed.”

Mitchell eyes him and hands him two small weights. Emmy blushes and shakes his head. “I can do better, Mitchy. I can. Give me the five pounders.”

Mitchell’s lips twitch and he sets down the two-pound weights, handing him the size up.

I can’t help but admire Mitchell as he works out, his muscles flexing, the sweat beading on his skin. He looks just like this when he comes.

Fuck.

My dick lengthens in my athletic pants and I shift slightly to adjust myself.

Of course Emmy sees. He misses nothing and everything at the same time.

“I caught that.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and I roll my eyes at him. That little shit.

“Not a fucking word.”

He pretends to zip his lips, just like he did when we were younger and I told him a secret. Not that he was ever able to keep one. His mouth leaks like a sieve.

“So when do I get to meet your man?” I ask him, and he grins widely.

“Oh, soon. I told August all about you and then meant to call and set something up, but forgot.”

“Does that mean he knows you’re working out then?” Mitchell asks, and Emmy sighs.

“I might have let it slip. He told me I didn’t need to because I’m beautiful just the way I am, but I really want to be hot. Oh and look!” He sets his weights down a little too aggressively and one rolls over to another guy trying to focus. Not that Emmy notices. He’s too busy barreling forward. He lifts his shirt and points to something on his stomach.

“Look!”

Mitchell and I both lean closer, my eyebrows meeting, trying to figure out what the fuck he’s talking about.

He sighs. “Guys, this is… I mean you could at least pretend you see it.” He stabs at his abdomen. “I have a one pack! I did it.”

Mitchell stands up and rubs his hand over his mouth. “Nice. Looks good.”

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