morning walk. I need to get her class schedule so I can fit my workouts in when she's gone. The good thing is that she's in like a million extracurricular activities that'll keep her so busy she won't notice what I'm up to.
"Ready to get your ass kicked?" Austin smiles as he walks up to me. He's already worked out and showered. His hair is damp and as he gets closer to me, I get a whiff of whatever soap he uses. It's a clean, fresh scent. He's wearing navy track pants and a white t-shirt that highlights his tan skin. He said he worked outside a lot this summer and it shows with that dark tan.
I think he got even better looking overnight. How is that possible?
"Ready," I say, trying to sound cool, even though my heart's beating like crazy. How am I going to work out with my heart going this fast? Maybe it'll calm down after a few minutes.
"Go warm up on the treadmill." He points to it.
"You're really bossy," I say, smiling. "And you didn't even say hello." I walk past him but he catches me around the waist.
He leans down to my ear and says, "Good morning, Kira."
He lets me go and walks off to the water cooler. Now my heart's beating even faster. Does he have any idea what he does to me? Is that why he does it? Why he constantly flirts?
After ten minutes on the treadmill, in which he made me do intervals at different speeds, we go over to the free weights.
"Let's start on the bench press." He moves the bench over, away from some guy who's lifting a barbell over his head. The gym isn't very busy because the before-work crowd has already come and gone. Austin said it was a lot busier when he got here at six to lift weights. If he wasn't training me, he wouldn't have had to work out so early. Now I feel bad for making him do this.
"Keep your back flat," he says as I do a rep.
I'm lying on the bench, pressing twenty-pound dumbbells over my head. I know the correct way to lift but I'm too distracted by Austin to do it right.
"You lifted your back again," he says. "I'm gonna put my hand here to remind you." He places his palm over the lower part of my stomach and I immediately tense up. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I try to relax but it's nearly impossible when his hand is mere inches from...places I'd like him to touch. I even had a dream about it last night. About Austin touching me. He was giving me a massage, which led to doing other things. Things I can't stop thinking about with his hand on my lower abs.
"Maybe we should try something else," I say, sitting up and putting the weights down. "My form seems to be off today."
"You were done with that one anyway. Let's do bicep curls next."
I stand up and position myself, then lift the weights, slow and steady. Austin is behind me, and as I do another rep, I feel his hands around my waist. I try not to tense up this time and instead take a breath, trying to slow my racing heart.
"Did you see what you were doing?" he asks, looking at me in the mirror that's in front of us.
"No. What was I doing?"
"Moving your hips forward with every rep. When you do that, you put pressure on your lower back. Try to remember to keep your core steady and let the movement be limited to your arms."
"Got it." I try again, his hands still firmly around my waist. I love his hands. Big, strong, forceful. My mind drifts back to the dream I had last night.
"Why'd you stop?" he asks.
"Oh." I shake the dirty thoughts from my head and see the weights held down at my sides. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"It's okay. Just keep going."
We finish the set and move on to the next. The remainder of my session is a mix of bad form and paused movements, all caused by me being distracted by Austin. He's probably starting to doubt the fact that I'm an athlete. No athlete would be this clueless when it comes to working out. But I'm not clueless. I'm just distracted. So how is this going to work? I'm not going to achieve my fitness goals if I can't even do a proper bicep curl.
"How do you feel?" he asks when
"Ready to get your ass kicked?" Austin smiles as he walks up to me. He's already worked out and showered. His hair is damp and as he gets closer to me, I get a whiff of whatever soap he uses. It's a clean, fresh scent. He's wearing navy track pants and a white t-shirt that highlights his tan skin. He said he worked outside a lot this summer and it shows with that dark tan.
I think he got even better looking overnight. How is that possible?
"Ready," I say, trying to sound cool, even though my heart's beating like crazy. How am I going to work out with my heart going this fast? Maybe it'll calm down after a few minutes.
"Go warm up on the treadmill." He points to it.
"You're really bossy," I say, smiling. "And you didn't even say hello." I walk past him but he catches me around the waist.
He leans down to my ear and says, "Good morning, Kira."
He lets me go and walks off to the water cooler. Now my heart's beating even faster. Does he have any idea what he does to me? Is that why he does it? Why he constantly flirts?
After ten minutes on the treadmill, in which he made me do intervals at different speeds, we go over to the free weights.
"Let's start on the bench press." He moves the bench over, away from some guy who's lifting a barbell over his head. The gym isn't very busy because the before-work crowd has already come and gone. Austin said it was a lot busier when he got here at six to lift weights. If he wasn't training me, he wouldn't have had to work out so early. Now I feel bad for making him do this.
"Keep your back flat," he says as I do a rep.
I'm lying on the bench, pressing twenty-pound dumbbells over my head. I know the correct way to lift but I'm too distracted by Austin to do it right.
"You lifted your back again," he says. "I'm gonna put my hand here to remind you." He places his palm over the lower part of my stomach and I immediately tense up. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I try to relax but it's nearly impossible when his hand is mere inches from...places I'd like him to touch. I even had a dream about it last night. About Austin touching me. He was giving me a massage, which led to doing other things. Things I can't stop thinking about with his hand on my lower abs.
"Maybe we should try something else," I say, sitting up and putting the weights down. "My form seems to be off today."
"You were done with that one anyway. Let's do bicep curls next."
I stand up and position myself, then lift the weights, slow and steady. Austin is behind me, and as I do another rep, I feel his hands around my waist. I try not to tense up this time and instead take a breath, trying to slow my racing heart.
"Did you see what you were doing?" he asks, looking at me in the mirror that's in front of us.
"No. What was I doing?"
"Moving your hips forward with every rep. When you do that, you put pressure on your lower back. Try to remember to keep your core steady and let the movement be limited to your arms."
"Got it." I try again, his hands still firmly around my waist. I love his hands. Big, strong, forceful. My mind drifts back to the dream I had last night.
"Why'd you stop?" he asks.
"Oh." I shake the dirty thoughts from my head and see the weights held down at my sides. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"It's okay. Just keep going."
We finish the set and move on to the next. The remainder of my session is a mix of bad form and paused movements, all caused by me being distracted by Austin. He's probably starting to doubt the fact that I'm an athlete. No athlete would be this clueless when it comes to working out. But I'm not clueless. I'm just distracted. So how is this going to work? I'm not going to achieve my fitness goals if I can't even do a proper bicep curl.
"How do you feel?" he asks when
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