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“You want to think about it?”
“Guess it doesn’t hurt to give it a think. Sorry, I’m really tired.”
“Everything okay? Do you need to go to a doctor?” Rhea chuckled. “I mean like… a body doctor.”
“I’m overworked right now. I promise I have some time off coming up.”
“We should go somewhere. Get away from here for a while.”
“Where would we go?”
“Depends on what you’re in the mood for. Could go up the coast. Get a villa on the beach. Or we could dip down to Tijuana. Maybe Vegas? We haven’t driven to Vegas in forever.”
For the first time in a minute, Paige showed a glimmer of the silly girl still inside of her. “Vegas sounds like the exactoppositeof what I need right now.”
“Dunno. Could be fun. You could sit in my lap at the poker table and blow kisses in my ear while I blow my hand.”
“That would lose you money.”
“So? It’s about the fun.”
Rhea nudged her wife on the shoulder. Paige kicked some chlorinated water up into the air. The spray whipped against Rhea’s face, but the heavy, hot air meant it instantly dried.
“I love you,” Rhea said when the fervor died. “No matter what. I hope you know that.”
“I love you, too.” Paige leaned back, head tilted toward the sky. She shielded her eyes with her hand before pointing to a cloud. “Looks like a pair of lips.”
“Which kind?”
Paige scoffed. “The kissable kind.”
“Again, which kind?”
Paige flung herself back, both hands now on her face. “This is the real reason we might need therapy,” she muttered between her fingers. “You drive me a little nuts.”
“Only because I make you think about sex.”
“You’re sooo much hornier than me!”
Is there a problem with that?Rhea couldn’t help it. She saw women like her wife and was ready to go, no seduction required. Paige had always been a bit different.She was the woman who taught me about courtship.Before Paige, Rhea had only known one-night stands and fly-by-night romances that lasted less than a month. Paige was the first woman Rhea had to work to get into bed, and that was the exact opposite of what she had heard about regarding one of the biggest queer heartbreakers on campus.When we finally got into bed… sparks flew.The kind that blossomed into colorful fireworks in the clear night sky – or spiraled out of control, burning half the state down.
Where were they now? Somewhere between Smoky the Bear and buried at sea.
Paige didn’t have many personal clients that Monday when she was scheduled to oversee the weekly cleaning of the gym and help the manager go over the appointments. Sometimes, she met with talent agents who either wanted to bring their clients to train at this gym for a specific amount of time or project, and other times it was an agent trying to signher.Luckily, Paige did not have to deal with such shenanigans that day – everyone was a known quantity, including her early afternoon appointment, a talented pro baseball player who had been introduced to Paige via his agent, Jocie.
“Give meonemore.” Paige stood behind the bench press, a clicker in one hand and the other ready to assist with the weights at any moment. “You can do it!”
Pedro popped the bar up with one last mighty lift. With a whoop in his throat, he clapped over his achievement and gave Paige two big thumbs up. “How’d I do, coach?” He sat up, sweat dripping down his face and arms. “Think I can be your clean-up hitter next week?”
His grin was as boyish as his charms. Luckily, they didn’t work on big, gay Paige. “Thirty reps are nothing to sneeze at.” She showed Pedro the number on the clicker. “Why do you think I pushed you? I knew you could do it.”
“My coach will be pleased.”
Before his workout ended, Paige brought him to the yoga mats for a proper stretch on the floor. “How do you feel about your performance so far?” she asked from a professional point of view. Never mind that her arm was arched over her head, fingers gripping the top of her shoe. “Are you living up to your standards out on the field?”
Pedro attempted to match her pose but had to settle with leaning over his leg while clasping his hands on either side of his calf. “I’ve done better. Done worse, too. Tomorrow’s game will be the cincher for the season, I think. Trying not to stress myself out.”
“If we can get your bench press up to where it needs to be, I think you’ll find a few more of those balls are hit out of the court.”
