Page 78 of Fear of Intimacy

“It’s okay, you got this Tasha. Just keep going.” I muttered under my breath. Well, more like wheezed out.

I was currently running on a treadmill, trying my hardest not to look like I was dying. I was pretty sure my life flashed before my eyes a few minutes ago, but with the Greek god beside me, I had no choice but to act like it was easy.

I went to the gym somewhat regularly. Okay, maybe like twice a week if I was feeling productive, so I wasn’t in the worst shape. Or so I thought. Working beside Trevor was like being on a whole different planet.

The dude was a machine. No wonder he had a six-pack and biceps the size of my head. Damn my competitive side for thinking I could keep up with him. Who the hell did I think I was? Chris Hemsworth?

I was fully regretting agreeing to workout with him this morning. I regretted it the moment he woke me up at six o’clock in the morning. On a Saturday! We didn’t go to bed until one in the morning having done…other things after we got home from our date. How he still had enough energy to come to the gym was beyond me.

It was like God was finally pitying me as Trevor slowed his treadmill down. Saying a silent thank you, I stopped mine and leaned over to catch my breath. Holy shit.That was the most cardio I'd done in forever.

“Doing good?” Trevor asked. I didn’t even lift my head to answer, I just gave him a thumbs-up. “Great. Onto abs then.”

“Abs?” I looked over at him with wide eyes. I thought we were done?

“Yeah, it's full body, remember?” The teasing look on his face proved I wasn’t doing a good enough job of hiding how out of breath I was. Trevor was just standing there, his breathing labored but still under control. Like he hadn’t just run five miles after doing legs and arms.

“Oh, right. Abs. Woohoo. My favorite.” Stepping off the treadmill, my legs trembled. I was going to be so sore tomorrow between skating last night and this. It was almost like Trevor was trying to kill me. Instead of murdering me like a normal assassin, he did it using a workout.

By the time I felt secure enough on my feet, Trevor was already waiting over on the mats.

“I’m gonna kill him. Get the girls to help me hide his body,” I muttered as I grabbed my water and made my way to him. “No one will know.”

At least with abs, we got to lay down. Although, I wasn’t sure that was a good thing either.

“Okay, let’s do ten moves, four times, a minute each,” Trevor rattled off. “Then we’ll call it a day.”

Okay, yeah, I could do that. Only a few more minutes to go.

Trevor showed me the moves before setting the timer on his phone. Thirty seconds into the first move, I was once again plotting Trevor’s death. I was dying. That was how well it was going. I always thought the grim reaper would comefor me when I was old and asleep. Not while I did a damn ab routine.

Beside me, Trevor mumbled encouraging words, but they had the opposite effect. I was inwardly cursing and threatening him. If I wasn’t clenching my jaw so hard and trying to keep my breathing even, I probably would have said the things out loud.

As I struggled, Trevor repeated the moves like no big deal. The only plus side to all of it was a shirtless Trevor. He took it off a good hour ago when we were doing legs, so at least I had something glorious to look at as I slowly died.

More than once, I found myself looking over at him, enjoying the way his abs contracted and glistened with sweat. His entire upper body was slick, and in some weird, gross way, it was fucking attractive. I think I was delirious because there were quite a few times I caught myself thinking about wanting to lick his abs.

Just as I was about to call it quits, Trevor’s timer went off, letting us know we were done. I flopped onto my back with ragged breaths. I was soaked head to toe, and I knew I didn’t look half as good as Trevor did. I was pretty sure I could wring my sports bra out.

“You did so good,” Trevor praised. The only response I had to that was sending him the middle finger.

My arm flopped back to my side as I laid there utterly spent. I was never working out with him again. Nope. Never.

“I told you, you didn’t have to do what I did.” Trevor laughed beside me.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did, and you said, ‘This will be the easiest workout I’ve ever done.’”

Shit, I did say that.

“Potato, Patato.” I waved him off.

“Come on, let's get you up and showered.” Trevor chuckled, getting to his feet.

“I’m good. I’m just gonna hang here for a bit.”

“You’re going to lay on a sweaty gross mat for a while?”

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