Page 23 of Resistance Training
No, I want to strangleyourannoyingly sexy, handsome, somehow muscly-but-not-too-thick neck.
“Vertebra by vertebra,” he says. “Controlled movement. Keep your eyes up. Eyes on me.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
He’s enjoying this.
“Give me six more,” he says.
I give him six more, and then I collapse. “I hated that!”
“I don’t think you’ve activated your core, Vivian.”
“Oh, it’s activated. It’s on fire.”
“I want you to give me ten more, perfect form.”
“No.”
He arches an eyebrow at me.
He always did have great eyebrows. I used to be jealous of his eyebrows. Now I want to shave them off while he sleeps, I am so mad at him.
“Yes,” he says calmly. “You want your ex’s fiancée to scream in horror when she sees you, don’t you?”
She’ll scream in horror because I’ll arrive with your severed head on a stick.
“I mean, if you can’t do it,” he continues, “you can’t do it.”
“I can do it!” I give him ten more sit-ups. Perfect, furious form.
He grins at me, anchoring my feet.
He is basically kneeling between my legs and my face is melting and I am so mad at myself for eating that pie last night and that makes me even madder at him.
“Ten!” he says. “You did it.” He stands up and holds his hand out to me again.
I take it, and he pulls me up and he’s so strong and my knees go weak and I don’t stop moving toward him. If I didn’t have such big boobs, my mouth would be on his neck right now. That stupid, muscly, sexy, handsome neck. His Adam’s apple is gorgeous. Does he do Adam’s apple exercises or something? How is the bony lump in his throat in such good shape? Anyway my boobs are smooshed up against his hard chest.
“Oops,” I mutter. He doesn’t let go of my hand. He stares down at me, still grinning. It’s an evil grin. AnI just might make you do twenty more sit-ups for that, young ladykind ofgrin. I continue to press my lovable boobs up against his hard, stubborn, unforgiving chest.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yup. You?”
“I’m really good. You ready for the real core workout?”
“Yup.”
“You in touch with your core now?”
“Deeply.”
He takes a step back and slowly releases my hand.
I do not fall over.
Yay me.
