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Robbie’s here.
And it’s clear from the way he’s staring around the room, he’s looking for someone. And I have a feeling it’s me.
CHAPTER SIX
ROBBIE
Well,I’m back at the gym. And this time, I’m not running away. Rhett mocked me relentlessly over this for an entire day when he found out that I had finger diarrhea and blurted everything out in ASL right in front of Thom’s face. I think he might have peed his pants a little from laughing so hard. Even came up with a sign that looked like my fingers were pooping.
Asshole. Hate him, even if I do think it was a clever use of signs.
My only real saving grace is that Thom had no idea what I was saying. I would rather die than know he understood. I was very dramatic about all of it. If I could take it back, I would.
Maybe. Probably.
Just as I think that, my eyes catch on Thom across the gym. He waves at me, almost as if he were waiting for me to arrive, but I’m pretty sure that’s all in my head. He jogs up towhere I’m standing and stops a foot away. His cheeks pinken, and I see his eyes dilate slightly, that light brown rim growing thinner and thinner the longer we stand here.
‘Hi, I’m glad you’re back.’ He messes up a little on the last sign, but I get it. It’s a hard one. Either way, he’s getting better and better at signing. I should not like this as much as I do. Ireallyshouldn’t.
‘Same,’ I reply.
He beams and then signs, ‘Have something for you.’
He grabs onto my wrist and then leads me through the gym, my eyes wandering to where our bodies connect. His fingers are thick, meaty, would look so good wrapped around my dick.
Honestly, my thoughts have degraded so much since meeting him.
All I think about now is sex. Sex with Thom. Me fucking him. Him fucking me. Us doing all sorts of hot, filthy things to one another.
Rhett reminded me he was hearing. I told him I knew that, my sign for it loud and fast.
Rhett just laughed harder when he saw how irritated I was.
I hate him.
I hate this.
I hate the gym and Thom’s sexy body.
He pulls me down a small hallway with a series of doors before pushing one open and stepping inside. It’s cluttered, small. He must have been given this by his boss. A big f-you to an employee.
It makes me angry for a moment before my mind getssidetracked when our bodies disconnect. I feel the loss of him deep in my chest. I crave those little touches between us more than I care to admit.
Thom bends down, and I see the perfect shape of his ass. It’s round, biteable, like a ripe summer peach. Which I think I’ve said before, but it’s true.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth to keep the whimper inside. I do not want him to hear this. Half the time, I wonder what kind of sounds my body makes whenever I’m around him that I have no idea it’s making. I should probably be mortified.
Thankfully, Thom stands up and spins around, handing me something.
It’s a packet of something. I stare down at it.
Protein powder? What the hell?
I don’t know why I’m disappointed, but I am. I don’t know what I was expecting, but this is not it.
My gaze meets his, and he points to the wordmuscles.
Oh, so he wants me to get buffer? Is that what this is? He doesn’t like me as is. I see.
