Page 58 of Gym Bros
“Nothing, really, unless someone brings a flask in and you’re sneaking sips of Cuervo.”
“Tell me you’re joking.”
“Nope. You missed out.”
“Did you go to prom?” he asks.
“For like five minutes. It sucked. My friends and I had a hotel suite where we went back and drank and took turns using the bedroom with our dates.”
“Gross.”
I shrug. “It was high school.”
“Were you popular?”
I accidentally snort. “No.”
“Why not?”
“It doesn’t really work like that for one thing, and also because I got into a lot of fights.”
“Noooo….” He grins.
“What can I say? I don’t like assholes.”
Speaking of which, the same guy from before is encroaching on Calyx again, hands on his hips this time, and looking like he’s about to start grinding.
I shoot him a look, but he’s too focused on Calyx’s ass.
“Do you wanna dance with this guy?” I ask with a sigh.
Calyx glances behind him, then back up at me. He shakes his head. I spin us around, giving the dude my ass to grind against if he wants to try. Evidently he does not. “I hate these places,” Calyx tells me.
“Was that a true story at brunch?”
He nods with wide, sincere eyes. “It kind of was my fault,” he says. “I didn’t realize he was so…close.”
My smile is pinched. “And that was here?”
“Yeah. Right about here.”
“Poor guy.”
“You don’t mean me, do you?” he asks.
I shake my head.
He studies my face closely for a moment, and I try to let my guard down, let him see what’s really there. The attraction. The restraint. The indecision. It’s hard, though. He basically already told me there was no way in hell. While I can handle rejection, humiliation isn’t something I’m interested in.
“Okay, I might be a little bit drunk, so just ignore me if I’m way off base, but do you wanna kiss me, Samuel?”
I hesitate for half a second before nodding.
He’s the one who asked the question, but he looks stunned. “Really? Huh.”
“It wouldn’t have to take long,” I tell him in case he’s considering doing it.
He laughs. “No?”
