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“Nash?” He walked right up into my personal space and lifted his chin, batting long eyelashes at me. “I thought that was you!” A second later, he threw his arms around me. I felt my entire body stiffen as Joshua went still beside me. I wrapped one arm around the young man, looking helplessly at Joshua over his head. To my great annoyance, he seemed to be trying to hold back a smile as though thoroughly enjoying the exchange. The twink clung to me way too long, even after I dropped my arm. I was relieved when he stepped back. “Where’ve you been? You never called.”
Because I can’t remember your name. I stared down into his hopeful face, noting the pouty lower lip and petulant expression on the elfin features as I struggled to remember his name. I had no fucking idea who he was, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for me. I never slept with the same guy twice, but I was now certain, I’d had him under me at some point in time. He was justone moreforgettable guy.
“Sorry,” I muttered, pushing by him.
He grabbed my forearm.
“Hey, wait a minute. I’m talking to you.” The anger wasn’t a surprise to me. I knew I was an asshole when it came to guys who wanted a repeat performance. It happened in clubs all the timeand as my wingman, Mickey was always quick to point it out to me.Damn him.
I stopped and looked at the man, sliding my arm out of his grip. “Just came here for a workout. See you later,” I said, trying my best not to sound like a dick as I gave him the brushoff.
“Oh, sure,” he insisted. “I bet you don’t even remember me. I was probably just another nameless lay…you fucker!”
He was…but it was kind of an inconvenient time to point that out. “Actually—” I shook my head. “Never mind. I’m sorry. See you later.” I started moving again when his buddy rounded the corner and started walking over.
“Josh?”
I felt like someone just dumped a bucket of ice over my head as I looked over at Joshua. There was a confused look on his face and as he opened his mouth to say something, the twink standing in front of me, replied, “Yeah?”
I spun around and looked at them both. “Josh?”
The twink sneered at me, putting both hands on his hips. “Iknewyou couldn’t remember my name. It’s Josh, asshole.”
I felt all the tension in my body bleed away as I slowly nodded. “Sorry,” I repeated for the third time. “Anyway, we’ve got to go.” I reached over and grabbed Joshua’s arm, dragging him out of the bathroom as the twink behind me muttered something about what a whore I was. I felt my face heat as Joshua remained silent, walking beside me. When we got back out into the large space, I heard him snort.
“Awkward much?”
When I turned to glare at him, his gray eyes were dancing with mirth.
“Shut up,” I said, unable to stop my own smile.
Chapter Twelve
JOSHUA
The workout was great. I sat beside Nash and worked legs and arms after he found machines that would afford him a 360-degree view of the large space. We’d started slow, warming up on treadmills for twenty minutes before moving to the machines. As much as it felt great to work my muscles, after a few minutes listening to Nash grunt through his own workout, I realized the sound was having an effect on my anatomy. The fact that he was covered in clean sweat making him smell sexy, didn’t help matters. The more he made those rumbling noises, the harder my cock grew. I thanked God I’d decided to put on loose-fitting basketball shorts before leaving Nash’s place.
I deliberately pushed thoughts away of Nash fucking me out of my mind, trying to think of my family instead, and how much I missed them. Even though it hadn’t even been a full day, just knowing I wouldn’t be going home to them hurt like hell. What made matters worse was that I had no idea how long it would be before I got to see them again. I loved my family. They were what I lived for, so not being able to see their smiles and pick them up and dust them off when they got a skinned knee felt like torture. I couldn’t understand how people in witness protection could walk away from parents and other extended family and not look back. It had to be heartbreaking.
“You want to do weights?” Nash asked after finishing up three reps.
I glanced over at him. “Sure.” I grabbed my Gatorade and towel, wiping my face and taking a long sip as we stood. I loopedthe towel around my neck as Nash picked up his shaving kit and led the way over to the weights in the back corner. Two musclebound guys were doing deadlifts, and I wasn’t surprised they were each lifting slightly over 400 pounds apiece. A petite woman did squats. I counted the plates on her bar and found myself seriously impressed by her ability to lift so much weight, not to mention her terrific form. Nash walked over to a bench and put three plates of his own either side of the forty-five-pound bar.
I gaped at him. “You can bench press 275 pounds?”
He glanced over at me and smirked. “Yeah?”
I stared at him, trying not to look shocked. “How many reps?”
“Ten. Why? What do you normally lift?”
I shrugged. “One-fifteen.”
He smiled broadly. “For a guy of your stature, that’s a respectable number. You can’t compare yourself to the way I work out since I do it every single day, Joshua. It’s part of my training.”
I nodded. “How tall are you?”
“Six feet.” He looked me up and down. I felt myself heat under his scrutiny. “And I’m guessing you’re about five seven?”
