Page 132 of Gym Bros
“I didn’t,” I say. “I deliberately hid.”
His smile widens. “I figured you would. Don’t worry. Our secret is safe.”
“It’s a secret?” I ask, not knowing which emotion to pick from the morass of them pooling in my chest.
Samuel arches a brow the exact same way Marcus does. “From him? For now? Yeah. Let me at least prove the yoga is helping before I spring it on him that I’m screwing my teacher.”
“How are you gonna do that?”
“By winning my fight.”
“Oh. Okay.”
He comes out of the doorway and crawls onto the bed with me, lying on his stomach alongside me. “I’m doing you a favor, too. He’ll respect you more if your boyfriend at least has a winning record.”
I snort, borderline hysterically. “I don’t really care whether he respects me or not.”Because why the fuck should he?
“I do,” Samuel says, running a hand across my chest.
I turn toward him instinctively, my hand landing on his cheek. “His opinion matters that much to you?”
Samuel blinks a few times until his forehead meets mine and he closes his eyes. “It’s not that exactly. I just…want to do this right.”
“You’re doing perfect,” I tell him.I’m the horrible one.
“It only feels like that because you weren’t nearly as hard to submit as I thought you’d be.”
Somehow, I laugh. “I’ll try to make this next round more of a challenge, then.”
“Yes, please,” he says. “Don’t let me get lazy or overconfident.”
I put my arm and leg around him before planting a kiss on his mouth. He’s magic, I swear to God. He makes everything feel better. The whole world just falls away the moment I’m in his arms. “I won’t. I promise. I’ll keep you at the top of your game. Always.”
“Mmm… You can’t say shit like that. You’ve got no idea the things it makes me want to do to you.”
Honestly, I could use the distraction. “Show me,” I say.
His hands cup my ass. “This,” he says. “On my face. Now.”
I shouldn’t do it. I should tell him everything. I should apologize and let him know he’s rapidly becoming the sun I orbit, but I’m terrified, and I think I’m in love with him, and the risk of losing his easy smile and the sparkle in his eyes when he wants anything at all from me is too extreme. I can’t take it.
So, yes. I take a seat on his face and take everything I can from him until I’m so full I’m literally spilling out.
20
SAMUEL
Calyx is a ticking time bomb. He’s been my official boyfriend for going on three weeks, and if he doesn’t tell me he loves me soon, I’m pretty sure he’s gonna explode.
Not to be an asshole, but I find his internal struggle endlessly entertaining. Still, I figure I was the one who called boyfriends first. I’m the only one who ever asks him out. He can do this one thing first.
Tonight, however, he’s too busy fussing and bitching over my black eye and the dinner plate-sized bruise on my rib cage. Nothing’s broken, but you’d think I lost an arm.
Like via a woodchipper, and it can’t be sewn back on.
When I winced at his greeting hug, it was all downhill from there. “This is exactly what I was talking about.”
“This is what a winner looks like, angel.”
