Page 56 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

With us.

So yeah, the confusion with the guys, including Zayne, wasn’t going to keep me away from my gym classes. No way, no how.

Especially now. Sitting around in my room is driving me up the walls. I can’t study, and the thought of meeting the girls seems even worse. I need to move, tire my body and hopefully slow down my racing mind.

This gym is really big and offers many kinds of classes. I switch to a class Zayne isn’t teaching, for good measure, a bootcamp class that is sure to push me to my limits.

It occurs to me as I stretch a little that I haven’t seen Bee at the gym at all lately. And it hasn’t occurred to me to call and ask if she’s okay. Goes to show how distracted I am. Making a mental note to call, I bend over to reach my toes—and notice a familiar nice ass.

Shit.

Of course. I already surmised that Grey had chosen a class not taught by the growly Zayne. It had slipped my mind that by doing the same I had a good chance of finding him before me.

He’s again somewhere in front of me and doesn’t appear to notice me, throwing himself into the exercise as if he needs the escape as much as I do.

And holy Jesus on a cracker, as my mom says, is the guy fit. Beautiful muscles, gorgeous long, muscular legs, and that face… He’s eye candy, and I’m not the only one looking.

Nope. Every time I turn right or left, I catch men and women practically panting after him, disrobing him with their eyes.

And I shouldn’t feel annoyed and possessive.

I’m not.

I swear.

Okay, maybe a little.

But I make myself ignore these inner, possessive demons dancing and chanting in my head, and focus on my exercises. Maybe I can sweat out the doubt and seemingly constant desire lancing through me. Every way I turn, these four guys turn up.

To be fair, this is as much their neighborhood as it is mine.

It doesn’t make it easy, though. I mean, look at him! Grey makes keeping on the straight and narrow so hard.

Though he was supposed tobethe straight and narrow.

He’s the beta I was looking for.

And now he’s Ronin’s boyfriend… only Ronin said he doesn’t want commitment… so what does that make Grey then? His non-boyfriend, I guess, in the same way I’ve been having non-sex these past few weeks?

I almost trip up when we do bursts of sprints across the room, then almost drop a weight on my foot. Has he really not noticed me? It’s not like we stay put in our initial positions throughout the class. We sure move a lot about.

But every time I look at him, he’s looking elsewhere. What are the odds of that?

I mean, isn’t it a little weird?

* * *

The moment the class is finished, I make a beeline for him. The urge to talk to him is impossible to escape, even if I don’t know what to say.

He’s faster than me, though, hurrying out of the room before I reach him, leaving me to jog and catch up. I don’t know why, but I need to make him see me, I need to say something to him.

Finally, I reach him and catch his arm. “Grey,” I say, breathless.

But the moment he stops and turns toward me, I know this is a mistake. What was I thinking? His mouth is flat, his eyes cold.

“What can I do for you?” he clips out.

Ouch.

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