“What did you do now?”
“What, why you always assume it’s me?” Knox mumbles, trying to look innocent while swallowing his mouth full of food.
Zayne and I both roll our eyes at the same time.
“Fine, I see how it is,” Knox huffs dramatically as he stands and heads towards the sinks with the dishes.
“Shall we get going, then?” Zayne asks.
Part of me wants to protest. I like seeing him here. I mean, do we have to go workout? I sigh, knowing I don’t have a choice, and it’s a good distraction after last night.
Zayne takes the lead heading out the door, but Knox cuts me off when Zayne is out of sight. He turns around and pretends to hump the air while mouthing, “Oh, Zayne.”
I smack him upside the head.“What are you, fucking twelve?”
He shrugs. “You know you love me.”
“That remains to be seen.” I scowl.
I sling my bag over my back and follow Knox out the door.
Knox, still laughing, walks past Zayne. I follow, giving him an apologetic look as I pass him. I graze his hand, and I feel his pinky finger hook into mine, lingering there for a beat before he lets go. The instant spark ignites me to my toes. I stare at him, and he gives me a wink, just as my door locks with a click behind us. He walks past me and catches up to Knox like nothing just happened. It takes a moment for me to collect myself before I begin to move. Meanwhile, my body vibrates with the anticipation of hoping that maybe that little gesture meant something.
The gym we go to is your typical layout, free weights along the mirrors on one side, rows of bikes, elliptical machines, andtreadmills in the middle. And, of course, a circuit half-circle of weight training in the back corner.
“Meet you out in a minute,” I say, as I walk into the locker room
I pull out my yoga pants, Lords of Acid half T-shirt and sports bra, out of bag. After changing, I bundle everything into a locker, grab my water bottle and head out of the locker room.
Zayne and Knox are already standing waiting for me. Z is in cut-off shorts and a sleeveless black t-shirt, and good fucking God, does he wear that well.When my eyes make their way up to his face, I’m met with eyes boring a hole into my own.
“I, uh, I’m going to start there,” I say, pointing over to the row treadmills.
“We’re gonna head over to the bikes to warm up, then hit up the weights,” Knox says, smiling as he starts to walk towards the front of the gym.
But Z doesn’t budge, his eyes still fixated on me.
“Zayne…” Knox shouts.
Zayne turns to look at Knox, then back to me.
“Yeah,” he says giving me a lopsided grin before strolling over to Knox.
Zayne.
“Dude,” Knox glances at me and shakes his head.
“What?” I say curtly.
“Nothing.”.
I hop on one of the bikes, and Knox grabs the one next to me. Every time I get a second, I catch a small glimpse of Myssa through the mirrors, hoping that it isn’t too obvious what I’m doing.
Clearly, I’m failing, as Knox chimes in again.
“What’s up with you? You're acting like a horny teenager when you're around her.”
“I don’t know what you're talking about,” I say, shrugging off his accusation.
