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Christian: Yeah, I’m sure.

Sebastian: Okay. We still on for tomorrow?

Christian: Still on for tomorrow.

The three little dots are still bouncing when Sawyer pokes his head into the room again. “Hey, your next client’s here.”

“Thanks, Sawyer.”

Sebastian sends back a string of emojis that I assume means he’s looking forward to our first “date”. I turn my phone off again and slide it back into my pocket. When I walk out, I realize I’ve got a smile on my face.

Because I’m seeing Sebastian tomorrow? Or because of all these people coming out of the woodwork? I don’t know—maybe both. But the air feels like it’s crackling with electricity again.

I meet my two o’clock client outside the locker room and bring him over to the mats for the warm-up. It feels like all eyes in the gym are on me, watching me, and it makes me stand up a little straighter, puff my chest out a little wider.

“You have a good night last night, Christian?” my client asks. “You look like you’re glowing.”

I chuckle and rub the back of my neck. “No, it’s nothing like that.”

“You sure?” He gives me a knowing smile and I have to wonder if he’s seen the video too.

I nod and point him toward the free weights. “Yeah, but thanks for asking.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SEBASTIAN

I’m in the middle of stretching when Christian finds me in Prospect Park for our first official promotional outing. Who knew something as simple as a moisture wick t-shirt and gym shorts could look so good on a guy? But then, Christian could probably wear rags and I’d think he was hot.

“Hey,” he says as he approaches with that heated stare that always manages to take my breath away.

“Hey,” I reply. I know I’m grinning wildly, but I can’t help myself. My body automatically reacts whenever I’m within proximity of him. I break out into a smile, I forget to breathe, and want stirs in my groin. Honestly? I don’t hate it. I just wish I could act on it. Today, I might be able to.

“I have to warn you,” Christian says as he joins me in a pre-run stretch. “I don’t run much. I’m not very fast.”

“That’s fine. You set the pace. But before we get started…” I pull out my phone.

Christian chuckles. “Already?”

“Welcome to the life of a camboy. Document everything.” I sidle up close to him and hold my phone out to snap a few selfies.

“Document everything,” Christian repeats with laughter in his voice. “That should be your personal motto.”

I gasp exaggeratedly then narrow my eyes at him. Giddy happiness skitters over me at his teasing. “Have you been talking to my friends?”

“No, should I?”

“No, you absolutely should not!”

“Why’s that?”

I roll my eyes and huff. “They think I’m obsessed with documentation.”

Christian cocks an eyebrow and tilts his head. “I might have to agree with them.”

I give him a shove and he goes absolutely nowhere, but I don’t mind—I’ll take any excuse to touch him. “Shut up.”

Christian finishes up his warm-up while I post a photo to my feed.

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