Page 55 of Gym Bros
I glance at him, surprised.
The back of Rachel’s hand hits my chest with a thud. “You should teach him something. Trade lessons. You learn a little yoga, then teach him how to break a board with his pretty hands.”
“I actually do know how to do that. You might like Kung Fu,” I tell Calyx. “The sun salutation reminded me of it. It’s very graceful.”
“I just said Ididlike it.”
I take a deep breath and look down at the tray of drinks. On that fucking note. I set the water down and grab another shot.
His lovely hand covers it before I bring it to my mouth. “That came out wrong,” he says. “What would you teach me?” His entire body turns to face me, and I can’t keep my gaze from dragging down the lithe line of him.
I swallow, trying to quell both my lust and the raging insecurity he brings out in me. “There’s a couple basic forms that don’t involve any weapons,” I say.
His eyes widen. “Weapons?”
“Yeah, like nunchucks andsabers…”
His smile is gorgeous and adorable at the same time. “Oh, I get it. So, not a dick reference then.”
I almost choke on my own saliva. “What?”
He laughs, tossing his head back and exposing his throat. I wanna suck on it so fucking bad. But then he’s grabbing my shirt and trying to shake me. “Come on, that was funny. Yourface.Laugh, Samuel.”
Obviously I don’t budge at his attempt to jostle me into—what, laughing? “Maybe I’ll start laughing when you stop making fun of me.”
“Ugh, God…I suck at talking to you. What do we have in common? Think of one thing. Help.”
How many shots has he had? Because from what I’ve seen of him, this is pretty damn loose.
“We both like to work out,” I say.
“Do you like this song?” he asks.
I’ve never heard it before, but it doesn’t suck. “Yeah, it’s fucking great.”
“Then why aren’t you dancing?”
“Why aren’t you?”
“You wanna dance with me?” he asks, like no way I’ll say yes.
But I get up and gesture to the pulsing dance floor.
He stares at me like I just suggested he get in one of the cages. “Wait—seriously? I thought you said you didn’t.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t.”
“Now you have to, baby doll,” Rachel says to Calyx.
His face has gone red, but he follows me out of the booth. I take his hand because fuck him, and lead him into the mass of moving bodies.
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SAMUEL
Calyx is laughing. “What are you doing?”
“Shutting you up,” I mutter, but there’s no way he hears it. My size helps get us through the crowd to find an open-ish space. I genuinely have no idea what I’m doing, but I can see what other people are up to, so I spot a guy who doesn’t look like a stiff freak and copy him. Calyx moves in front of me, lightly swaying, mainly shifting his weight from side to side.
