He catches my gaze in the mirror and hits the stop button. Stepping off the treadmill, Alfie brings the bottom of his shirt up to his forehead and wipes at the sweat dripping from his face. He then pulls the shirt completely off, over the back of his head.
“Hey,” he greets me.
“Hey. Have you two been working out all this time?”
“It’s only been an hour, Molly,” Alfie says.
“An hour of working out is like a lifetime in hell if you ask me.” I shrug.
Hudson jumps off the treadmill and spins on me. “You don’t like the gym? How the hell do you get a body that hot without working out?”
Alfie reaches out and slaps the back of his brother’s head. “Stop looking at her,” he growls.
“Whoa. What is that?” Hudson points at Alfie’s stomach, to the spot just above his hip, where my initials are forming a fresh scab. Then Hudson turns to me. “You did that?”
“Well, he did it to me first,” I say, lifting my tank and showing off the AG initials.
“You.” Hudson points to Alfie and then shakes his head. “You have issues.” He looks at me. “Both of you.”
“You finish putting out fires?” Alfie asks me, ignoring his brother.
“For now,” I tell him.
“You want to work out? What do you prefer? Treadmill? Bike? Weights?”
“You know what? I’m good being a spectator.” I smirk as I sit my ass on a bench that’s supposed to be used for the weights.
“I’ve booked dinner reservations for seven. I’ll send you the details. Don’t be late,” Hudson says as he exits the gym.
“Did he leave because of me?” I ask Alfie.
“No. He left because he’s a lazy fucker and can’t keep up,” Alfie replies.
“Well, don’t let me stop you from whatever it is you do in here.” I smirk and stare at him.
“You want to watch me work out?” Alfie walks over to some machine. He reaches up and grabs hold of a bar. “Come here,” he says as he lifts himself until the top half of his body is above the bar.
I stand and step over to him, and he drops back down.
“Jump on. Wrap your legs around my waist.”
“What? Why?”
“I need extra weight,” he says.
I do what he tells me, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and then he’s bending his legs upwards and lifting both of us.
“I think you just wanted to show off.” I laugh.
“No, I just wanted your body wrapped around mine.” He leans down and presses his lips to mine.
He repeats the process a few times, lifting up and then dropping down and kissing my lips. When his feet hit the ground, he wraps his arms around me.
“Lie on the floor, on your back,” he tells me, and I do. “Good girl,” Alfie says as he holds his body above mine.
He leans down and then kisses me again before he lifts himself back up. He’s doing pushups, over the top of me, and I lose count of how many he does.
“You are a much better workout partner than my brother.” Alfie grins.
