use the motivation. Five minutes on the elliptical felt like an hour. And there were some days when he thought he’d be willing to fight for a slice of cheesy pizza. He used to dream about sex. Last night he had a dream about eating a hamburger with large fries and a chocolate shake. The sad thing was that he became filled with such guilt that when he’d awakened, it had been an hour before he recalled that he hadn’t actually eaten the burger.
The reason for his exaggerated guilt was currently thumbing through his mp3 player and frowning. Mykal was working so hard to help him. He didn’t understand it, her working so hard to help him with his love life. A few weeks ago, they’d never exchanged more than a nod if they both happened to be outside. He couldn’t have correctly identified her outside of her yard if his life had depended upon it. Now his main motivator was that he didn’t want to let her down.
Sighing, Mykal put his player down. “I think I have at least an hour of music on my phone.”
He frowned. “Is something wrong with my player?”
“Yeah, it’s full of sucky music.”
“Hey!” he objected. “There are some fine tunes up there.”
“It’s a mix of crap I’ve never heard of, country, rap and heavy metal.”
He blinked. “You didn’t find anything you liked in there?”
“Nope.” She dug through her purse and came out with her phone.
“Wait. Suppose I don’t like your music?”
“Tough. It’s my gym. Deal with it.”
He choked. They were standing in the middle of his workout room. But then she flashed him a smile as she connected her phone to a portable speaker. Damn , he thought to himself. He was a sucker for a pretty face. Maybe he should be getting some therapy for that. As pop music flooded the room, he shook his head.
They began as always with stretches and he found a safe spot over Mykal’s shoulder on which to focus. She had a killer figure and her fitness bra and tight little shorts did nothing to hide her assets. He wore loose shorts and a long t-shirt and he was still worried she might spot his boner.
“So you’re really into pop, huh?” he asked as another enthusiastic girl anthem began.
She laughed. “I like several types of music. I chose my upbeat playlist. Don’t you just want to dance to this?” She had her hands over her head and she suddenly did a sexy shimmy that caused her full breasts to jiggle. The move also had him almost swallowing his tongue.
“Maybe if I could dance, ” he managed to say despite the rapid evacuation of blood cells fleeing his brain for regions south of his waistband.
She grinned. “I’ll teach you later. Women love a guy who knows how to move his hips.”
He almost groaned. Dance with Mykal? Have his hands on her while she made more moves like the one she’d just done? It sounded like pure torture to his sex-starved male brain.
***
Mykal glanced up as Greg’s fork clattered onto his plate. They’d pre pared dinner at her house tonight. It was her first time preparing artichoke hearts and she thought it’d turned out pretty well. They’d just been discussing movies, trying to decide what they’d watch after dinner. Greg’s mouth hung open in what appeared to be shock. “Is something wrong?” she asked as he simply stared at her.
“Mykal, I-I just can’t believe you’ve never seen Star Wars !”
She shrugged. “It’s a long movie and then they added more movies to the series. I’m just too far behind to catch up. If it makes you feel better, I’ve never seen Gone with the Wind or any of the Godfather movies either.”
“Because they’re too long? What’s your time limit for movies?”
“Certainly under two hours. I’ve got stuff to do.”
He laughed. “Sitting is such a burden, huh? You’d never do well at gaming.”
She wrinkled her nose. “No, I wouldn’t. I don’t do well with the controls. You wouldn’t believe how long it took me to learn how to drive.”
“Yet , you
The reason for his exaggerated guilt was currently thumbing through his mp3 player and frowning. Mykal was working so hard to help him. He didn’t understand it, her working so hard to help him with his love life. A few weeks ago, they’d never exchanged more than a nod if they both happened to be outside. He couldn’t have correctly identified her outside of her yard if his life had depended upon it. Now his main motivator was that he didn’t want to let her down.
Sighing, Mykal put his player down. “I think I have at least an hour of music on my phone.”
He frowned. “Is something wrong with my player?”
“Yeah, it’s full of sucky music.”
“Hey!” he objected. “There are some fine tunes up there.”
“It’s a mix of crap I’ve never heard of, country, rap and heavy metal.”
He blinked. “You didn’t find anything you liked in there?”
“Nope.” She dug through her purse and came out with her phone.
“Wait. Suppose I don’t like your music?”
“Tough. It’s my gym. Deal with it.”
He choked. They were standing in the middle of his workout room. But then she flashed him a smile as she connected her phone to a portable speaker. Damn , he thought to himself. He was a sucker for a pretty face. Maybe he should be getting some therapy for that. As pop music flooded the room, he shook his head.
They began as always with stretches and he found a safe spot over Mykal’s shoulder on which to focus. She had a killer figure and her fitness bra and tight little shorts did nothing to hide her assets. He wore loose shorts and a long t-shirt and he was still worried she might spot his boner.
“So you’re really into pop, huh?” he asked as another enthusiastic girl anthem began.
She laughed. “I like several types of music. I chose my upbeat playlist. Don’t you just want to dance to this?” She had her hands over her head and she suddenly did a sexy shimmy that caused her full breasts to jiggle. The move also had him almost swallowing his tongue.
“Maybe if I could dance, ” he managed to say despite the rapid evacuation of blood cells fleeing his brain for regions south of his waistband.
She grinned. “I’ll teach you later. Women love a guy who knows how to move his hips.”
He almost groaned. Dance with Mykal? Have his hands on her while she made more moves like the one she’d just done? It sounded like pure torture to his sex-starved male brain.
***
Mykal glanced up as Greg’s fork clattered onto his plate. They’d pre pared dinner at her house tonight. It was her first time preparing artichoke hearts and she thought it’d turned out pretty well. They’d just been discussing movies, trying to decide what they’d watch after dinner. Greg’s mouth hung open in what appeared to be shock. “Is something wrong?” she asked as he simply stared at her.
“Mykal, I-I just can’t believe you’ve never seen Star Wars !”
She shrugged. “It’s a long movie and then they added more movies to the series. I’m just too far behind to catch up. If it makes you feel better, I’ve never seen Gone with the Wind or any of the Godfather movies either.”
“Because they’re too long? What’s your time limit for movies?”
“Certainly under two hours. I’ve got stuff to do.”
He laughed. “Sitting is such a burden, huh? You’d never do well at gaming.”
She wrinkled her nose. “No, I wouldn’t. I don’t do well with the controls. You wouldn’t believe how long it took me to learn how to drive.”
“Yet , you
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