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Last night, Heather texted in oursuper fungroup chat that we would all go to the gym this morning so we could all get one moregood sweat inbefore she says I do.
Her obsession with body image has only gotten worse during this whole wedding planning process, and all I can be thankful for is that after she says thoseI dostomorrow, I’m removing myself from the group chat. As in, while they’re standing on the beach, exchanging rings, I’m slipping my phone out of my dress pocket and blocking everyone.
Maybe her friends wouldn’t be so awful under other circumstances, but I’ll never know. And I highly doubt it.
We turn down another hallway, and a glass door ahead of us leads to the resort gym.
I hitch my bag up higher on my shoulder.
I only have to get through an hour of this, then I can get a coffee and bring it down to the beach.
Chapter 3
Luke
“I’m not gonna doit now.” Jacob pants when he finally catches up.
“Not gonna do what?”
“Kick your ass.”
“Ooh, right, that.” I widen my eyes. “Thank fuck.”
He narrows his eyes. “I’m still going to do it. I’m just going to wait until you aren’t expecting it.”
“Uh-huh, sure.” I lift the collar of my T-shirt up over my face, wiping the sweat off as we approach the outside door for the resort gym.
Jacob rolls his neck out. “Alright, so what, like ten minutes of this shit, then we’re done?”
“Yeah, ten minutes.” And by ten, I mean forty.
My cousin shakes out his arms. “Alright, I can do it. Make me strong enough to carry my bride across the threshold.”
I just shake my head and pull open the door. “That’s not how this works.”
Jacob veers straight for the water station, telling me he’ll grab one of the little paper cups for me. But I’m not listening anymore. Because my blood is suddenly no longer concerned with my nervous system and is instead surging to my dick.
Several people are in the gym. Four girls are using the treadmills and ellipticals in front of the window facing the beach. A guy over on the leg press, another couple guys using the free weights… But I’m not looking at them. I’m looking at the goddess draped across the weight bench in the far corner of the room.
I was planning to start with a few sets of squats, really wear out the quads, but I’m having a change of heart.
Clenching my abs in an attempt to stop my dick from betraying me in these shorts, I stride across the large room.
The woman isn’t working out.
She clearly has no intention of working out.
And fuck me, I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t change a thing about her.
She’s lying on her back, one leg straight, one leg bent. And…
I clench my stomach harder.
The lacy blue cover-up she’s wearing is bunched at her hips, draping down over the sides of the bench to the floor, exposing all of her legs. And clearly visible under the cover-up is a bright pink bikini. It’s not a super skimpy bikini, but it doesn’t have to be. She attracts the attention all on her own.
My eyes follow the line of the bare leg closest to me, the one that’s bent with her foot flat on the bench.
Andgoddamn, her skin looks so soft. From her knee, down the back of her leg, to the curve of her ass.
