Page 101 of Gym Bros
“I think so.”
“Is it another Chris?”
“No. We’ve got three more before we get to the next Chris.”
“We’re gonna be busy,” he says. “And you still have kung fu to teach me.”
Who the fuck is this guy? Not that I’m complaining. But I can’t think of anyone in my life who’s ever wanted to spendthismuch time with me. “I can get you started tonight if you can spare twenty minutes of yoga.”
“Or I could add twenty minutes to our studio time.”
“Whatever you want, angel,” I say.
“Mm…you should stop calling me that. I’m not an angel.”
“It’s that or kitten.”
“I’ll take kitten.ThatI can probably live up to.”
“I can’t help what comes out of my mouth,” I tell him. “Could be anything. You’re just gonna have to deal if you keep glomming onto me like this.”
“I’m notglommingonto you,” he says without giving up an inch of space between us.
“Okay angel kitten. Keep telling yourself that.”
“I will.”
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
“Probably.”
“Wanna climb off so I can order some breakfast?”
“No.”
I sigh, trying to sound put out, but it comes out sounding contented. He lets out a similar noise. I’m in danger of falling asleep again. I decide to say something obnoxious to bait him into keeping me away. “You’re a hot little piece of ass.”
He snorts, but all he says is “Thanks.”
“Okay, I gotta get up, or I’m gonna fall asleep.”
“Do you have any eggs?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Give me a hoodie to wear, and I’ll scramble you some eggs.”
“You have your own hoodie,” I remind him. “It’s in the living room.”
“But I wanna wear one of yours.”
Fuck me, I like that.
What I like even more, however, is the sight of him in my black hoodie and his lace panties in my kitchen scrambling eggs. Technically, the hoodie is long enough on him to cover the panties, but he doesn’t let that stop him. He stirs the eggs with one hand while the other hand is on his hip, making sure the shirt is hiked up to expose the lingerie and the full length of his gorgeous legs.
Beauty lies at his feet, hoping for crumbs. I put some bread into the toaster oven and crack open a protein shake.
“So what are you training for?” he asks without looking at me.
