Page 125 of Gym Bros
“You like me a lot, and you don’t want to see me get hurt.”
I shrug, staring back at him.
“I can’t promise not to get hurt, but I can promise to be as careful as I possibly can be.”
“You don’t have to make promises to me,” I say with an obnoxious note of petulance I don’t intend.
“Is this a dealbreaker?” he asks.
My eyes go wide. “What?No.”
He lets out a held breath. “Oh. Okay. It was starting to sound like it was.”
“Samuel, no—I…” It’s my turn to remember how to swallow.
“You…?”
Fuck him for this. He knows how I feel about him. He has to. I bought him a six-thousand dollar suit for one date for fuck’s sake. “Yousuck, andIhate you.”
He grins. “You’rebeautiful, and I can’t get enough of you.”
I blink in shock.
“That’s what I think you meant to say,” he says like a true jackass.
I drain my glass in one gulp. “I can’t believe I did my hair for this.”
He smiles at me. “Should we have the talk?”
“What talk?” I snap.
“The one where we say what we want out of this…”
“This what?” I challenge him without giving him a chance to finish.
“Relationship,” he says pointedly.
My stomach fucking drops to the floor. “Oh, is that what this is?” I ask, trying not to telegraph my complete and total shock.
“You tell me.”
“No, Samuel.Youtell me. You wanna keep it casual? You wanna take it up a notch? Be exclusive?”
“Are we not exclusive?” he asks.
“I don’t know,” I say, but this time my voice has a slight tremble in it. “Are we?”
“Iam.”
“Great,” I say.
“Aren’t you?” he presses.
“I’m not sure where I would have found the time to see someone else since goat yoga.”
“Well, you do have a lot of unscheduled hours in the day…”
I sigh. “Obviously I’m not seeing anyone else.”
