Page 70 of Weston & Cyrus
Weston was the kind of gym guy who’d run on the treadmill for a while and do the same handful of machines every time and then call it a good workout. “We’re starting with the chest.”
Because it was his favorite body part on me and himself.
I’d caught him checking himself out in the mirror more than a few times, not that he seemed to realize that. Weston was either oblivious or thought he was being subtle about a lot of things.
Ugh.
We were definitely going to have some long conversations.
Later.
After I’d had a chance to watch him strain and grunt like I was fucking him hard.
Yep, working out with him had always been fun and he seemed to have missed that too.
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“I think.” He frowned, stretching his arms wide as he glared at me. “I think you went harder on me today than you usually do.”
Holding back a teasing comment I wasn’t sure was appropriate in the moment, I shrugged as I wiped sweat off my face with my towel. “I don’t think so.”
Not enough for him to be positive about it since he never kept track of the weight or reps he was supposed to be doing. But I refused to point that out as I threw my towel over my shoulder.
“Go get cleaned up and I’ll take you out to dinner.” It wasn’t technically phrased as a date but I could shift gears once we were out of the gym.
Hopefully.
I thought he’d appreciate me not fucking with him, but his frown got deeper. “What kind of dinner?”
Lord.
It was my turn to glare as I crossed my arms over my chest. “You came in clearly trying to make sure I kept things businesslike and I did, but now you’re poking at it?”
He had the smarts to simmer down and blush slightly, but it took him a few seconds to figure out how to respond. “I might’ve been sending mixed signals and I should probably apologize for that.”
It was a start.
“You don’t have to apologize for wanting to keep our time here professional.” God only knew we didn’t need to get caught doing anything too interesting. “But I need a bit more communication to let me know what to expect.”
I wasn’t even sure I could tell anyone we were dating.
He couldn’t seem to decide how to respond and sighed a few times before he gave in. “You’re right.”
It was painful but I wasn’t going to deny it.
“I know.” That had sexy frustration flashing in his eyes, but he held back whatever he was imagining doing to me. “I also know this is new and we need to work on talking more. I also need to figure out when I can push you and when you don’t want me to.”
Because that was clear as mud.
That earned me another big sigh but he managed not to roll his eyes. “I’ve never had to figure that out but it’s a reasonable point.”
“I know.” If he thought I wasn’t going to point that out, he was crazy. I was going to enjoy being right while I was on a roll. “So we’ll start working on that at dinner?”
Frowning still, he cocked his head. “No.”
It was thoughtful more than argumentative and not a safeword, so I waited to see what he would do next.
“I think…I think we need to start now?” Not looking quite as confident as he was aiming for, he faked it by standing straighter again. “I think we need to start now.”
