I even told her about my two new friends, Bryce and Danna. Although she was happy, I was making new friends, she wanted to hear more about Lance instead. Lancelot, the shitty knight, but he’s there when you need him I guess. Candice pointed out that he searched for me all night when I was lost. If he was truly an asshole, he would have left me out in the cold without a care.
Candice was especially excited when I explained to her what each guy looked like. I asked her based on the descriptions, which she would be most interested in if she were me. She said there should be no reason not to have all three. Fuck it, I believe was her official answer.
Therefore, I usually don’t get dating advice from Candice.
I walk into the gym and see Lance using some free weights, shirtless. He gives me a nod, then goes back to focusing on his workout. I wonder if Candice were here right now if she would change her mind on who she would choose.
His muscles bulge with every movement he makes. I try not to notice and focus on starting my own workout. I jump on the treadmill and start off at a slow walking pace. After a few minutes of warming up I pick up my speed until I’m in an all-out run. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m already sweating and feeling better. When I’m not running for my life, it can be therapeutic. It allows me to collect my thoughts.
I notice Lance looking at me from behind, through the mirror. He quickly glances back to focus on his weight workout. I continue to focus on my breathing, but it’s hard to when I keep noticing Lance glance at me.
He lies on his back on a mat and begins an ab workout. It’s not hard to see why he’s so incredibly defined. I imagine what it would be like to rub my fingers across his chest and mid-section, feeling every edge of his abs.
He raises his head and looks in the mirror, noticing me gawking at him. I quickly look away. When I glance back, his head is lowered, and he’s doing a set of crunches.
Lance hasn’t exactly been the nicest guy on the block, but I can’t hide how incredibly attracted I am to him. He continues to do crunches. His body glistens in the fluorescent light, making his muscles more pronounced.
I think about what it would be like if I just got off the treadmill and sat on top of him right now. Our bodies rolling around on the mat, getting our exercise in. Every calorie counts in here.
Sometimes I wish I would just do whatever I feel, without a nagging conscience about any decisions I want to choose. So, what if I fool around with the billionaire’s son who’s giving me a free ride to university? Nothing bad could happen with that, right?
I wonder how Candice would handle my situation. She would probably take one look at Lance working out, notice the boxing ring in the back, and guide him there to go a full ten rounds.
So much for collecting my thoughts. I only have dirty ones on my mind. I get off the treadmill and wipe my face. I start to head towards the change rooms when Lance looks at me.
“Is that your whole workout?” He asks with a smile.
“Are you judging my routine?”
He waves his head. “I thought you’d do some weights. I was willing to be your spotter. Have your back.”
“You mean check my back.” Oh shit. Stop flirting with him.
“Or that.” He says with a smile. “You sure you don’t want to workout with me?”
I laugh. “Maybe, another time.”
I realize I left my cell on the treadmill and head back to grab it. Lance lies on his back and starts doing chest exercises, his head facing the ceiling.
I know Candice would jump on Lance right now, without hesitation if she were me, and straddle him while he completes his set.
She was so curious what he looked like. I needed to show her what I’m up against. I sneakily open the camera function on my phone. Before I walk away, I take a few snaps of him lying down, shirtless.
I quickly head to the female changing room. I still can’t believe this property. Two guys live here, but they have a female changing room. I suppose when Mrs. Cain was alive, she would use the gym often, or maybe some staff use it.
I place my cellphone in my locker, quickly take off my workout gear, and jump in the shower. The shower is massive, with a rock backsplash. It looks like it deserves to be in a five-star spa.
I wonder what my friends have planned for tonight. The Outsiders take on the town of Ryland. Part of me knows we are probably going to just eat, talk a bunch of shit about kids at school, and go home, but I’m still looking forward to it. Every now and then an image of Lance working out enters my mind. Sometimes I let my mind tell the story of how I wish things would have played out.
I wonder how Jaxson and Chase would look while working out. I imagine I would have the same primal fantasies with them too. I will somehow need to take more pictures of all the flirty men in my life.
I have to remind myself that Chase almost got me killed, and Jaxson made a fool out of me in front of half the student body.
Compared to those two, Lance didn’t seem so bad suddenly.
I turn off the shower, wrap a towel around my midsection and use another to dry my hair. I open the clear door and walk out of the shower. I take a few steps out and realize Lance is in the women’s changing room staring right
