Page 106 of Gym Bros
He laughs, and I shove his hip. “Jackass.” But I smile, too.
“Wanna try it with me on top?”
“This is not therapeutic,” I say. “We’re moving on.”
“No, come here. I’ve got one.” Samuel sits up and extends his legs. “Forward fold. Do it with me.”
I sigh, but sit, touching the soles of my feet to his. “This is so basic.”
He reaches for my hands.
“Straighten your back and do it right, at least,” I tell him.
“I’mthe jackass?”
I swear to God, I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
We raise our arms over our heads, extending our backs and inhaling. He curls his toes over mine like a little toe hug, and I’m positive I turn beet red. Exhaling we bend, clasping hands in mid-air like we choreographed it and fold over our legs.
“Maybe we should hold elbows,” I say, feeling like we could do better.
“I could try,” he says because his hamstring is better but still kinda sucks.
Our hands climb their way up each other’s forearms until we’ve got our hands wrapped around elbows.
“Yikes,” he says.
“You feel that, huh?”
“Yep.”
I glance up, and his head is about a foot from mine. “If we could do the splits we could make this really interesting,” I note.
He huffs. “I’ll work on it in my spare time.”
“Work on it at your place?” I ask. “After this?”
He glances up at me now. “Your friends don’t miss you yet?”
“Are you sick of me?” I ask in response because I’ve been lowkey worried about that for around ten days now.
“Nope,” he says.
“Then you’re just calling me out. Nice.”
“Is this about Hemsworth?” he asks.
Thor Twois up next on our watch list, and I did express a preference for Hemsworth over Evans, but only because it seemed like he had a better sense of humor. “Totally,” I tell him.
“Well, I feel stretched and super balanced,” he says.
“Can you show me a roundhouse kick?”
“Sure,” he says. “I’ll even let you kick me.”
“Oh my God, yes. That would be amazing. Let me start a new video.”
Samuel giggles like a little girl.It’s too funny.
