Page 58 of Bewitch

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I push myself harder than ever before during my workout.

“You seem really motivated today,” Lucas comments.

“I’m motivated every day.”

“Got a hot date lined up?”

I snort. “No, but a few girls in my major are throwing a party tonight.”

“What’s your major?”

I eye him.

“Just making conversation,” he says with a shrug.

“Journalism.”

“Do you want to do a series of articles on losing weight and going to the gym and working out?”

“No.”

“Why not? Shouldn’t you write what you know?”

“I would rather be an investigative journalist.”

“And investigate what?”

“Assholes.”

He blinks a few times. “You can’t see mine.”

I burst out laughing. “Who says I won’t ever see it?”

Lucas tilts his head to the side. “Excuse me?”

“Or that I won’t ever shove my finger up it?”

He’s been having me do this utterly terrible move. I’m on my back, my legs up to form a table for a medicine ball. I grab the ball lower my arms so that the ball is behind my head and then toss it to him. He catches the ball and puts it on my legs, and the cycle repeats. It’s hell on my abs most of all, but the medicine balls aren’t the lightest either. We’re also the only ones in this area, which is why I’m feeling a bit feisty.

“You really are looking forward to this party, aren’t you?” he asks.

“Maybe. What makes you say that?”

“This is a weird conversation.”

“It has it all. Assholes, parties… investigations…” I grin.

“Hold up.” He walks away and comes back with a different medicine ball that weighs even more than the other two. Shit.

“You really are an asshole.”

“Hey, you’re the one who said you wanted to look good naked. I’m just trying to do my part to help you accomplish that.”

“Want to see if you’re getting anywhere with that?”

“Not yet. I don’t think you have a pretty ass hole yet.”

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