Page 56 of Gym Bros
It’s effortless, and yet still looks like dancing. He’s impossibly sexy. I can’t even wrap my brain around him.
Which means he’s looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.
A woman edges in near me, and a man about Calyx’s size comes up behind him, putting his hands lightly on Calyx’s shoulders. Calyx starts to back up, toward the other man, but I shake my head, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him toward me. “You’re not leaving me alone out here. It was your dare.”
He stares up at me in what almost looks like shock. “I wasn’t daring you.”
“You were.”
“All right, fine.” He puts his arms over my shoulders and draws closer, tilting his face up to look at me.
I’m unable to suppress my satisfied smile. Now I just have to not get hard. “Why’s it so impossible for you to be nice to me?” I ask.
He makes a face and shakes his head. “I’ve been nice to you all day.”
“And what? The tank ran dry?”
“What? What did I say? I’m sorry I think Saber is a silly name. Samuel is agreatname, and it suits you.”
“Thanks?”
“My parents named mePaul,” he says. “Try to tell me that’s not the worst name in the world for me with a straight face.”
“Oh wow.” He just came out and told me. And he’s a thousand percent right. He is nowhere near a Paul. “How’d you come up with Calyx?”
“I was trying to find anything that had to do with flowers.”
“Flowers, huh? So you were always this pretty?”
His smile tightens for a fraction of a second but then it gives way, and he bats his lashes. “I was.”
“Well, I was just trying to find something that sounded tough, but I don’t intend to make it my legal name.”
“Yeah, I get it.”
“I don’t mind you calling me Samuel,” I say.
He smiles softly. “So, are you mad at me or not?”
“I’m always a little mad at you.”
His lips turn down in the most deliciously perfect pout. “Tell me how to fix it.”
Let me kiss youis what I want to say as my dick threatens to surge up between us. “You wanna learn kung fu?”
His eyes sparkle in the ever changing lights. “Like right now?”
“We’re dancing right now.”
“Yeah, what’s this about?” he asks. “Is Priya right? You secretly like me even though you’re always mad at me?”
“Priya?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says. “I told her she was crazy, too. She is by the way. Like basically certifiable.”
“You’re my yoga teacher,” I say obliquely.
“But you’re spending your birthday with me and my friends.”
