Page 14 of Scoring Chance
Five
Watching Dean workout was like watching poetry in motion.
As Sydney sat at a comfortable distance, stuffing her face with leftover pizza and downing a sugary Coke, she watched Dean meticulously go through his workout routine. It was arm day so he did a lot of heavy lifting. He worked out with a trainer at the gym but focused more on his core and arms with workouts at home.
The hard work paid off. Dean was constantly featured in shirtless and sleeveless ads for his endorsement companies, while consistently ranked as one of the sexiest athletes. He didn’t care about the titles and accolades; he just wanted to be in the best shape for the upcoming season.
Sydney bounced in her seat as she listened to the booming sounds of “B.O.B,” and hoped she would still be able to hear by the end of the workout session. She was just glad it wasn’t heavy metal or she would really be deaf.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Dean took a sip from his water and wiped his sweaty brow.
“Dude, this pizza is so delicious!” Sydney replied with a mouth stuffed full of pepperoni. “Like I don’t know how they make it but it is so damn good.”
“Did you leave any for me?” Dean asked.
“I left you two big slices!” Sydney promised. “But you need to hurry up before I finish them.”
“What slice is that?” He pointed at her.
“Slice two,” she nodded, “hey, I only had one last night.”
“That’s not my fault,” Dean began doing pushups, “you wanted to drink more than eat.”
“I wasn’t driving,” she defended, “and it’s been a while since we’ve gotten drunk together so I wanted to take advantage of it.”
“Before you slept in the guest room,” He pointed out.
As the couple tried to repair their relationship, they made solid boundaries. They would spend the night with each other, as long as the other slept in the other room. Neither wanted to admit the arrangement was booty but it was something they both agreed to. “Before I slept in the guest room,” she replied.
“Actually, come here,” Dean motioned, “I could use some weight resistance.”
“Um, fuck you.” Sydney scoffed.
“I didn’t call you fat,” he defended, “now sit on me.”
Sydney cocked her head and smiled. “Really?”
“On. My. Back.” Dean emphasized as Sydney planted herself on his back. “Though, I wouldn’t mind if you sat on other places.”
“Okay, why is it sexy when you said it but dirty when I did?” She asked.
“Because I got it like that,” Dean chuckled, “Are you ready?”
Sydney steadied herself. “I’m ready.”
“Hold on,” Dean began to do pushups with Sydney on his back. “There we go. That’s the resistance I needed.”
“Wouldn’t be better if I laid on top of you?” She asked.
“Sure, let’s try that,” Dean waited in the plank position as Sydney laid parallel on his back. He began to do pushups again. “This is better.”
Sydney took a swift inhale of Dean’s scent. It was a mixture of sweat, musk, and sex. How could a man, in a process of a grueling workout, turn her on like there was no tomorrow? Every grunt Dean made reminded Sydney how he would grunt in her ear as he was on top of her or behind her.
We’re taking it slow.
She had to remind herself of the fact. They agreed they moved too fast and they needed to slow down everything. Sex always complicated things and it was best to keep everything as chaste as possible.
Even Sydney knew that was crap.
