Page 69 of Cuffed By Love

"You're freaking adorable." Devin chuckles as we walk out of the changing room. I roll my eyes and follow him toward the gym hall.

"Just let me catch you scratching at your arse, and you're going to see how adorable I am when I bathe you in bleach, you little shit," I grumble from behind him, and Devin laughs again, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

"Make sure you sanitise before you touch anything." I insist when he drags me over to the treadmill.

"Yes, mother." I roll my eyes and glance around the gym and notice people watching us, no doubt wondering why the hell we're handcuffed together at the gym. Oh great, these people are going to think I'm his psychotic girlfriend with control issues. "See, this is why I didn't want to come out. People are staring."

"So?" I peer up at him as he steps up on the treadmill. "Since when do you care what people think about you?"

"I don't really, but you have to admit if you saw a couple walk in handcuffed together, you would find it odd too," I state matter-of-factly, my eyes roaming around the gym at the various people sniggering and looking at us, not even bothering to hide their amusement.

Devin smiles and shrugs offhandedly. "Probably, but let them think what they want, Tinks."

Devin spends twenty minutes jogging on the treadmill while I stand beside the machine and people watch. I keep catching the women in the gym glancing over at us slyly, their hungry gazes gorging Devin while he works out. I can't lie; he does look pretty effing hot, all sweaty and muscular. Six-foot-cup of deliciousness any woman would love to indulge in. I find myself wondering if that's how I look when I'm admiring him too. I surely don't, do I? But, my God, if I do, then I need to get a grip on myself immediately because that's not a good look on anyone, least of all me.

Says the girl that almost kissed him.

"No one asked you." I fully intended to mutter that inwardly to myself, but it just spilt out of my mouth like word vomit rather loudly. Devin looks down at me questioningly. I peer up at him, a little startled. I bite down on my lip and force a smile on my face, all the while fighting the blush I can already feel forming on my cheeks.

Whilst Devin jogs away, I'm just vibing away to the upbeat music playing in the gym. Have you ever had one of those moments when you're walking down the street, and your eyes lock with a stranger as you pass by one another and something passes through the both of you? Well, that happens to me when this tall, muscular beefcake with emerald eyes walks by me. Sweet mother of everything hot, who is that? My gaze follows him as he walks through the gym. When he looks back at me and smiles, I almost faint.

God himself has answered my prayers. This guy is the perfect distraction I need to take my mind off these conflicting feelings for Devin. I go to walk over and talk to the hottie in the red shorts, momentarily forgetting about the handcuffs. Devin looks over at me and yanks me back. "Tinks, hey, do you mind?"

I ignore Devin and smile flirtatiously at the guy when he looks back at me through the mirror while he helps spot another guy in the free weight section. Oh, he works here. Maybe I should sign up. I could for sure do with some 'personal training' "Hey, haven't you done enough running. You should go lift some weights."

Devin pants with a frown, "I'm warming up, Tinks."

"How long does it take for you to warm up?" I retort. Devin slows his jog and follows my gaze when he notices the hot gym guy staring at me. Devin pokes me to get my attention, and I slap his hand away. "Hey, maybe I should join your gym."

"Oh, now you want to join my gym when earlier you were adamant about not working out?" He states pointedly, a thin line appearing between his brows when he frowns.

I turn around and look up at him, "Maybe I realised that a little exercise is exactly what I need." I chirp with a shrug, and Devin rolls his eyes in exasperation. The hot guy gestures from me to Devin, asking if we're together, and I shake my head with a smile.

"Oh, I know exactly what you need," Devin mutters under his breath and steps off the treadmill.

"Did you say something?" I question, looking up at him, and he shakes his head.

"You're not joining my gym."

"Why not? We can be work out buddies." I grin up at him, and he stares down into my face, not so amused and leans over to drink water from the fountain.

"I don't need a 'workout buddy'." He snarls, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, raising his eyes to look at something over my head.

"Don't be such a grouch. Let's go to the free weight section." I say and go to walk over, but Devin tugs me back. Hot gym guy walks over to us, and I straighten.

"Afternoon, my name’s Mario. I'm a fitness coach here. Is there anything I can assist you with at all?" He says, staring into my eyes and I find myself swimming in them. They’re so green and pretty, it mesmerises me.

"No,"

"Yes." Devin and I say together. "I was just telling myfriendthat I was looking to sign up, actually."

"Oh really? I'd be happy to help you with that, Miss…"

"Evans, Mira Evans."

"Mario Sanchez. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mira." Mario introduces himself, handing me a business card and giving my hand a little squeeze. At the same time, he stares intently into my eyes. "If you follow me, I'll get you signed up, and we can book you in for a taster session with myself. I can write up a four-week workout plan specific to your needs, and I'll be sure to personally help you achieve your goals."

"I bet you will," Devin grumbles from behind me. I clear my throat and subtly elbow him in the ribs.

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