wearing a white tank top, the kind girls work out in, with narrow straps at the top and a stretchy fabric that clings to her body. My eyes go to her bare shoulders and arms which look strong, her muscles flexing as she adjusts her long dark hair in her ponytail.
She's facing the wall but takes a step back and leans forward, placing her hands against the wall as she stretches the back of her legs. Seeing her bent over like that, her tight round ass on display, I feel a twitch in my shorts. I glance over at the TVs suspended above the treadmills and take a drink of water. I'm dying to look back at the girl but I promised myself I wouldn't be one of those guys who stares at girls at the gym.
I hear the weights clank and a girl's voice say "shit." I glance back at the girl and see her trying to adjust the machine, her head down.
I walk over to her. "Need some help?"
"Maybe. I was trying to—" She stops as her head lifts and she sees it's me.
It's that girl. The one from the bar last night. Kira. What's she doing at my gym? Out of all the gyms in Chicago, she joins this one? A small, local, no-frills gym? I can't help but smile. I never thought I'd see her again, and here she is, lifting weights at my gym, looking hotter than hell in those orange workout shorts and that skimpy white tank. Underneath it is an orange sports bra that matches her shorts. Normally a sports bra flattens a girl's chest, but not this one. This one pushes up her breasts and creates some nice cleavage which I have a good view of because I'm about a foot taller than her.
"So...we meet again." I toss my towel over my shoulder and lean against the weight machine next to hers.
She's staring at me, a shocked look on her face. "You belong to this gym?" She doesn't sound happy about it.
"Yeah. I have for the past five years."
"Great," she mumbles to herself. She turns back to her machine. "Well, enjoy your workout."
I go around the machine and face her. "You trying to get rid of me?"
She looks up at me, a scowl on her face that I find to be more cute than angry. "I don't like players, so I'd appreciate it if you'd just go away."
"Player? I'm not a player."
She puts her hands on her hips. "Then what the hell was last night? Why did you lie to me? You introduce yourself, I ask you about the band, and you don't even bother to tell me you're in it?"
"That doesn't make me a player. And I didn't lie to you. I told you I like their music and that I went to all their concerts. All true." I smile, trying to make a joke of it because that's all it was supposed to be. I was just kidding around, but I guess she didn't take it that way because she seems really mad.
"I don't know what kind of game you were playing but it wasn't funny. I felt like an idiot. I told my friends I met this guy named Austin and they said you were in the band and I kept insisting you weren't. You know how stupid I felt not knowing?"
"You told your friends about me?" I'm trying to be serious like Kira is, but I have to smile at the fact she told her friends about me after meeting me for just a few minutes. I did the same thing, telling Dylan and Van about her. I never tell them about a girl I like until I'm actually dating her. Otherwise I have to deal with hearing their stupid comments or advice. But for some reason, I felt the need to tell them about Kira.
She huffs. "I only told them about you because they asked if I talked to anyone while I was waiting for them. I told them this nice guy got me a table, but that was before I knew you lied to me." She goes to pull the pin out of the weights but it's stuck so she tugs on it repeatedly.
"Hey." I hold her wrist, stopping her. "I AM a nice guy. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was in the band. You're right. I should've told you."
She glances at my hand on her wrist and pulls it back, placing it at her side. "Then why didn't you?"
"Because when you said you didn't know who I was, I was surprised. And relieved. Every girl I meet knows I'm
She's facing the wall but takes a step back and leans forward, placing her hands against the wall as she stretches the back of her legs. Seeing her bent over like that, her tight round ass on display, I feel a twitch in my shorts. I glance over at the TVs suspended above the treadmills and take a drink of water. I'm dying to look back at the girl but I promised myself I wouldn't be one of those guys who stares at girls at the gym.
I hear the weights clank and a girl's voice say "shit." I glance back at the girl and see her trying to adjust the machine, her head down.
I walk over to her. "Need some help?"
"Maybe. I was trying to—" She stops as her head lifts and she sees it's me.
It's that girl. The one from the bar last night. Kira. What's she doing at my gym? Out of all the gyms in Chicago, she joins this one? A small, local, no-frills gym? I can't help but smile. I never thought I'd see her again, and here she is, lifting weights at my gym, looking hotter than hell in those orange workout shorts and that skimpy white tank. Underneath it is an orange sports bra that matches her shorts. Normally a sports bra flattens a girl's chest, but not this one. This one pushes up her breasts and creates some nice cleavage which I have a good view of because I'm about a foot taller than her.
"So...we meet again." I toss my towel over my shoulder and lean against the weight machine next to hers.
She's staring at me, a shocked look on her face. "You belong to this gym?" She doesn't sound happy about it.
"Yeah. I have for the past five years."
"Great," she mumbles to herself. She turns back to her machine. "Well, enjoy your workout."
I go around the machine and face her. "You trying to get rid of me?"
She looks up at me, a scowl on her face that I find to be more cute than angry. "I don't like players, so I'd appreciate it if you'd just go away."
"Player? I'm not a player."
She puts her hands on her hips. "Then what the hell was last night? Why did you lie to me? You introduce yourself, I ask you about the band, and you don't even bother to tell me you're in it?"
"That doesn't make me a player. And I didn't lie to you. I told you I like their music and that I went to all their concerts. All true." I smile, trying to make a joke of it because that's all it was supposed to be. I was just kidding around, but I guess she didn't take it that way because she seems really mad.
"I don't know what kind of game you were playing but it wasn't funny. I felt like an idiot. I told my friends I met this guy named Austin and they said you were in the band and I kept insisting you weren't. You know how stupid I felt not knowing?"
"You told your friends about me?" I'm trying to be serious like Kira is, but I have to smile at the fact she told her friends about me after meeting me for just a few minutes. I did the same thing, telling Dylan and Van about her. I never tell them about a girl I like until I'm actually dating her. Otherwise I have to deal with hearing their stupid comments or advice. But for some reason, I felt the need to tell them about Kira.
She huffs. "I only told them about you because they asked if I talked to anyone while I was waiting for them. I told them this nice guy got me a table, but that was before I knew you lied to me." She goes to pull the pin out of the weights but it's stuck so she tugs on it repeatedly.
"Hey." I hold her wrist, stopping her. "I AM a nice guy. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was in the band. You're right. I should've told you."
She glances at my hand on her wrist and pulls it back, placing it at her side. "Then why didn't you?"
"Because when you said you didn't know who I was, I was surprised. And relieved. Every girl I meet knows I'm
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