Sometimes I think I’d feel better if she just slapped me instead of cutting me.
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
She sighs while taking a step closer, almost bumping the counter, placing a mere two feet of space between us. The smell of cherries and honey washes over me, and I become very thankful that I own a gym and can wear loose track pants to work.
“If we’re going to be friends, you have to let me pay. Friends don’t expect friends to work for free.”
Rolling my eyes, I lean over, putting my elbows on the countertop as I hold her gaze. I fucking love the way she shivers but tries to pretend she doesn’t.
“I only got the classes for you. So no, I can’t let you pay. And it’d suck if you didn’t come, considering I put a lot of time and effort into doing this.”
The surprise in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed, and I clear my throat while leaning back just as they call for her class to go in. As she walks away, she looks over her shoulder at me, a bit of hesitance in her eyes, but then she turns around and heads in.
So glad I decided to up my stalker game and torture myself even more. It’s awesome.
When class starts and Bo’s ass goes up in the air, I make a mental note to always behind the counter when she’s here so no one realizes what a fucking pervert I am.
This is the more advanced class, so everyone is more interested when the girls start turning into pretzels about halfway through the class. My eyes are only on one pretzel.
I’m fairly sure she’s been in that position for me before.
“Bo knows bendy,” Maverick says, suddenly right beside me.
My hand flies up and connects with the back of his head, and he chuckles while jogging back over to Corbin.
Yeah. Fucking torture.
When class ends, I’m in pain, and my dick is threatening my life. Not really, but still.
Bo walks toward me with her mat tucked under her arm and just a hint of sweat glistening over her body. She looks around at the gym, taking it in, then her eyes meet mine.
“Do you have showers here?”
Not groaning aloud becomes a task.
“Through the back. Women’s is on the left. Don’t worry, I have a woman standing outside the showers all day to prevent any men from accidentally walking in.”
She smiles, and everything tilts. She’s worth the torture.
Chapter 50
BO
JAX: Do friends eat lunch together?
He’s not letting this go. I’ve already gone to two yoga classes, and now he’s determined to push things farther. Why am I doing this?
Because I suck at being strong.
Now I get why Ruby was such a yo-yo. Love is a damning, vile thing that sinks its claws into you and infects you with one bad decision after another.
ME: In very public and platonic settings.
I can’t be his friend. Friends don’t want to rip each other’s clothes off, or be held in their arms, or kiss until their lips are raw.
JAX: What about dinner at each other’s homes? I just learned to cook something I know you’ll like. Don’t worry. It’s a friendly meal. :D
I’m only smiling because I’m a masochist.