her.
She bites her lip, stopping herself from making a scene before she finally releases it and responds. “I’m just fine back here. Thank you, Mr. Leighton.”
“ My pleasure.” I grin wide. “Keep your arms tight. You’re falling out of your stance. Flex your muscles as you drive into the bag,” I instruct and walk away, but I can feel her eyes daggering into the back of my head. She hates the fact that I know her so well. Even after all this time, I know her better than she realizes.
After a great class, I dismiss everyone and begin packing up. Maya walks in as usual after class and grabs a hold of my arm. I lean down so she can whisper in my ear. I laugh at her comments about bimbo one and two in the front row, and grin as I look up to find Ceci staring at me. She’s scowling and shaking her head at me. Shit. She’s going to think I’m playing her.
Good.
She’s jealous.
I ’ll take it. Anything to make her realize she has feelings for me.
“ Dude, that girl was close to lighting you on fire with her eyes. What’d you do to piss her off?”
“ Oh…that story could take a while. Let’s just say, we know each other well. Very well.”
“ What about her friend?” She watches them walk out of the studio and exit out of the gym. There are windows surrounding the building, so it’s easy to see everything outside. The windows are tinted from the outside so you can’t see in.
“ Pretty sure her friend is straight. Sorry, Maya,” I say, teasingly. “There might be a few in the front that are your type.”
“ You’re such a bastard,” she spats. “I can find my own dates.”
* * *
I stroke a hand down my shirt, smoothing it as I walk up to Ceci’s door. I know she’s home because I recognize her car in the driveway. I’m prepared for a pissed off Ceci, so this’ll be interesting.
I ring the doorbell and impatiently wait for her to answer.
She whips the door open with a toothbrush in her mouth, her hair up in some kind of rat’s nest bun. She looks fucking adorable.
“ Vhat arr you doiin herr?” she says with a mouthful of spit. I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it.
“ Uhh, bad time?” I lean in, hoping she lets me in.
She brings a finger up, motioning for me to wait as she runs and disposes of her toothbrush. She walks back with a bottle of water, chugging it before responding.
“Why are you here?” she asks again, popping her hip out to one side.
“ I came to hang out,” I say matter-of-factly.
“ Hang out? We don’t hang out.”
“ Friends hang out.”
“ We’re not friends.”
“ We could be friends.”
She narrows her eyes at me, clearly confused by my sudden intrusion.
“C’mon. Friends catch up. We have a lot to catch up on.”
“ I’m not exactly ready to catch up .” She waves a hand down her outfit. She’s in stretchy, black pants and a purple tank top.
“ I’m not taking you to the opera. You look fine.”
She sighs, dropping her shoulders as she stares me down questioning my motives. I’m here to prove to her that we belong together, even if I have to play the friend-zone card.
“ We can watch a movie. I still have 50 First Dates recorded on my DVR.”
Her face lights up. “You do? I thought you hated that movie.”
“ Nah, I grew to like it.” I shrug casually. After watching it for three weeks straight, I grew to fucking hate it because it reminded me of her. She knows every damn word and every time the penguin scene came on, she’d flap her arms out pretending to wobble like one. Seriously, adorable.
She inhales deeply as she thinks about it for a moment. “Fine. Let me change. Or at least brush my hair.”
“ I can wait.” I grin.
Ceci meets me back at the door in less than ten minutes. She’s brushed her hair out and put it up in a high ponytail. She’s wearing black skinny jeans and a casual pink top. Just looking at her makes my dick swell in my jeans. This is going to be more challenging than I
She bites her lip, stopping herself from making a scene before she finally releases it and responds. “I’m just fine back here. Thank you, Mr. Leighton.”
“ My pleasure.” I grin wide. “Keep your arms tight. You’re falling out of your stance. Flex your muscles as you drive into the bag,” I instruct and walk away, but I can feel her eyes daggering into the back of my head. She hates the fact that I know her so well. Even after all this time, I know her better than she realizes.
After a great class, I dismiss everyone and begin packing up. Maya walks in as usual after class and grabs a hold of my arm. I lean down so she can whisper in my ear. I laugh at her comments about bimbo one and two in the front row, and grin as I look up to find Ceci staring at me. She’s scowling and shaking her head at me. Shit. She’s going to think I’m playing her.
Good.
She’s jealous.
I ’ll take it. Anything to make her realize she has feelings for me.
“ Dude, that girl was close to lighting you on fire with her eyes. What’d you do to piss her off?”
“ Oh…that story could take a while. Let’s just say, we know each other well. Very well.”
“ What about her friend?” She watches them walk out of the studio and exit out of the gym. There are windows surrounding the building, so it’s easy to see everything outside. The windows are tinted from the outside so you can’t see in.
“ Pretty sure her friend is straight. Sorry, Maya,” I say, teasingly. “There might be a few in the front that are your type.”
“ You’re such a bastard,” she spats. “I can find my own dates.”
* * *
I stroke a hand down my shirt, smoothing it as I walk up to Ceci’s door. I know she’s home because I recognize her car in the driveway. I’m prepared for a pissed off Ceci, so this’ll be interesting.
I ring the doorbell and impatiently wait for her to answer.
She whips the door open with a toothbrush in her mouth, her hair up in some kind of rat’s nest bun. She looks fucking adorable.
“ Vhat arr you doiin herr?” she says with a mouthful of spit. I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it.
“ Uhh, bad time?” I lean in, hoping she lets me in.
She brings a finger up, motioning for me to wait as she runs and disposes of her toothbrush. She walks back with a bottle of water, chugging it before responding.
“Why are you here?” she asks again, popping her hip out to one side.
“ I came to hang out,” I say matter-of-factly.
“ Hang out? We don’t hang out.”
“ Friends hang out.”
“ We’re not friends.”
“ We could be friends.”
She narrows her eyes at me, clearly confused by my sudden intrusion.
“C’mon. Friends catch up. We have a lot to catch up on.”
“ I’m not exactly ready to catch up .” She waves a hand down her outfit. She’s in stretchy, black pants and a purple tank top.
“ I’m not taking you to the opera. You look fine.”
She sighs, dropping her shoulders as she stares me down questioning my motives. I’m here to prove to her that we belong together, even if I have to play the friend-zone card.
“ We can watch a movie. I still have 50 First Dates recorded on my DVR.”
Her face lights up. “You do? I thought you hated that movie.”
“ Nah, I grew to like it.” I shrug casually. After watching it for three weeks straight, I grew to fucking hate it because it reminded me of her. She knows every damn word and every time the penguin scene came on, she’d flap her arms out pretending to wobble like one. Seriously, adorable.
She inhales deeply as she thinks about it for a moment. “Fine. Let me change. Or at least brush my hair.”
“ I can wait.” I grin.
Ceci meets me back at the door in less than ten minutes. She’s brushed her hair out and put it up in a high ponytail. She’s wearing black skinny jeans and a casual pink top. Just looking at her makes my dick swell in my jeans. This is going to be more challenging than I
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