Page 146 of Gym Bros
“Can you stand?” he asks.
“I don’t know.”
He sets me down on the bed, opens a window, and tells me he’s going to run a cool bath.
I lie back, and when I can think semi-clearly again, I shimmy off my body stocking. It’s more than served its purpose. The cool air off the bay immediately begins to cool the room and myheated skin. If that was really fifteen minutes, I need to seriously work on my stamina.
His voice comes from somewhere above me. “Still with me?”
“I think I had like seven orgasms.”
“Yeah? I think I might need to have you repeat that for my IG story.”
“Fucking—your ego, though.”
“Is it really ego if I’m already hard again?”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Hands,” he says.
I hold them up. He takes them and pulls me into a sitting position, then keeps pulling until I’m standing and following him into the bathroom. Heisactually hard, but I refuse to acknowledge it. I’m guessing this is some fighter thing. Like to get ready for a fight they have to mentally jack themselves up, and it probably affects their testosterone levels.
There’s only about an inch of water in the tub, but he puts me in, anyway. It’s in no way a built-for-two tub, but if we’re stacked on top of each other, it kind of works.
I lie on my stomach on his chest while he drips handfuls of cool water over my back and legs.
“I realize it wasn’t yoga, but if we do that every night before the tournament, I’ll be in excellent shape. Guaranteed.”
“I’ll agree to it but only if you promise to come up with one new position a night.”
“Done,” he says.
“Oh, don’t be so quick,” I say half-slurring. “Two weeks means fourteen new positions. Good luck with that.”
“I can think of six right now,” he says.
I huff a version of a laugh, closing my eyes.
“Calyx?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you love me?”
Okay, now my eyes are open. I even find the strength to lift my head. His blue eyes are right there waiting. “I?—”
“Because I love you. And not just because you put up with that,” he says jerking his head toward the bedroom. “But because you’re…” he seems to get lost for words. “You,” he finally says. “I love you.”
“I thought you were waiting for me to say it first,”
He smiles. “Asshole. I was. How did you know that?”
“Because there’s not a thing you do I don’t notice. Because I love you, too. And I was about to tell you.”
“Sure you were.”
“I really was.” I put my head back on his chest. “Maybe not like right this second, but probably within the next twenty-four hours.”
