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Authors: Carrie Aarons
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never dealt with anything like this in my entire career, but it makes my heartbeat marginally calmer knowing there is someone out there who might know how to fix this.
By the end of hour two of my crying jag, my eyes are swollen and sore from sobbing. My heart hurts, for myself and for Peyton. My throat is hoarse. I crawl under my covers and submit to the dark sleep that swallows me whole.
* * *
A knock from somewhere in the back of my consciousness threatens to rouse me from the coma-like sleep I’m under.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
And there it is again. And now I’m up.
My sleepy eyes blink open, registering the slim columns of early morning light filtering through the blinds. A glance at the red digits of my alarm clock show me it’s only five a.m.
“What the hell?” I blink again, trying to get the sleep dirt out of the corner of my eyes.
Bang. Bang. Bang. What in the fuck is that?
I stumble out of bed, pissed when I stub my big toe on the floor. I’m still cursing whoever is making that noise when I throw open the door.
To reveal a bright-eyed, delicious looking Spence.
“What the hell are you doing here at this time? How did you even get up here?” I hiss, pissed at him but also mad at the traitorous stirrings that start below my waist.
And speaking of my waist, Spence can’t seem to keep his eyes off it. “Uhhh …”
He licks his lips, the move causing even more warmth to pool in my core. And it’s then that I remember I’m in what I wear to bed every night. A ratty old wifebeater and boy short underwear.
I jump a little, crossing my arms over my chest, although he’s probably already seen my nipples through the see-through white material. There is nothing I can do about the underwear, but he’s the one who came knocking this early.
He’s still gaping at me, so sexy and clothed in his sweatpants and tight black T-shirt. “What? You see me in a leotard all day, practically half naked!”
I whisper yell at him, afraid to wake anyone up. How the heck did he get up here, anyway?
Spence shakes his head, a normal look replacing the dazed one on his face. He holds up a key card. “I have access to all of the buildings on campus. Speaking of leotards, go put one on.”
I shake my head, the coma-like state I was just in still glazing my brain. “What? Why?”
“This is day one of Operation Fuck Fear . Or at least that’s the nickname I’ve come up with. I don’t know, we can talk about calling it something else if you don’t like that. But get dressed. We have a beam dismounts’ ass to kick.”
He raises his eyebrows in a sexy, saucy way, and I can’t help but giggle. “ Operation Fuck Fear ?”
Spence plants his hands on his narrow, toned hips and winks. “Yes. Now go get dressed. Or you can workout in that. I won’t mind.”
“Flirty friends flirt. They don’t touch,” I say before closing the door in his face.
Twenty minutes later, Spence holds the door open for me as I walk slowly into the beam gym. The smell of chalk, sweat, stale perfume and moldy mats permeates the air. My temple, my church, the place where I come to worship.
“It’s so peaceful like this in the morning. Sometimes I can actually feel that place in my heart that first fell in love with gymnastics.”
Spence’s hushed words have me almost in tears. It’s weird, how the same thoughts were just running through my head.
“Without the bullshit, and the drama, and the pressure. It’s just this pure, untainted thing.” I nod, understanding exactly what he means.
He goes to flick on the lights, and I reach out to stop his hand. A flush of warmth runs down my arm where I’ve made contact with his.
“Leave them off. By the time we’re done stretching, the sun will be bright enough.”
We walk to the floor together and I put my gym bag in the corner, reaching in for my tape and hair tie.
“You girls have so much shit to carry around. You can’t just fucking workout?” Spence is smiling at me as he
By the end of hour two of my crying jag, my eyes are swollen and sore from sobbing. My heart hurts, for myself and for Peyton. My throat is hoarse. I crawl under my covers and submit to the dark sleep that swallows me whole.
* * *
A knock from somewhere in the back of my consciousness threatens to rouse me from the coma-like sleep I’m under.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
And there it is again. And now I’m up.
My sleepy eyes blink open, registering the slim columns of early morning light filtering through the blinds. A glance at the red digits of my alarm clock show me it’s only five a.m.
“What the hell?” I blink again, trying to get the sleep dirt out of the corner of my eyes.
Bang. Bang. Bang. What in the fuck is that?
I stumble out of bed, pissed when I stub my big toe on the floor. I’m still cursing whoever is making that noise when I throw open the door.
To reveal a bright-eyed, delicious looking Spence.
“What the hell are you doing here at this time? How did you even get up here?” I hiss, pissed at him but also mad at the traitorous stirrings that start below my waist.
And speaking of my waist, Spence can’t seem to keep his eyes off it. “Uhhh …”
He licks his lips, the move causing even more warmth to pool in my core. And it’s then that I remember I’m in what I wear to bed every night. A ratty old wifebeater and boy short underwear.
I jump a little, crossing my arms over my chest, although he’s probably already seen my nipples through the see-through white material. There is nothing I can do about the underwear, but he’s the one who came knocking this early.
He’s still gaping at me, so sexy and clothed in his sweatpants and tight black T-shirt. “What? You see me in a leotard all day, practically half naked!”
I whisper yell at him, afraid to wake anyone up. How the heck did he get up here, anyway?
Spence shakes his head, a normal look replacing the dazed one on his face. He holds up a key card. “I have access to all of the buildings on campus. Speaking of leotards, go put one on.”
I shake my head, the coma-like state I was just in still glazing my brain. “What? Why?”
“This is day one of Operation Fuck Fear . Or at least that’s the nickname I’ve come up with. I don’t know, we can talk about calling it something else if you don’t like that. But get dressed. We have a beam dismounts’ ass to kick.”
He raises his eyebrows in a sexy, saucy way, and I can’t help but giggle. “ Operation Fuck Fear ?”
Spence plants his hands on his narrow, toned hips and winks. “Yes. Now go get dressed. Or you can workout in that. I won’t mind.”
“Flirty friends flirt. They don’t touch,” I say before closing the door in his face.
Twenty minutes later, Spence holds the door open for me as I walk slowly into the beam gym. The smell of chalk, sweat, stale perfume and moldy mats permeates the air. My temple, my church, the place where I come to worship.
“It’s so peaceful like this in the morning. Sometimes I can actually feel that place in my heart that first fell in love with gymnastics.”
Spence’s hushed words have me almost in tears. It’s weird, how the same thoughts were just running through my head.
“Without the bullshit, and the drama, and the pressure. It’s just this pure, untainted thing.” I nod, understanding exactly what he means.
He goes to flick on the lights, and I reach out to stop his hand. A flush of warmth runs down my arm where I’ve made contact with his.
“Leave them off. By the time we’re done stretching, the sun will be bright enough.”
We walk to the floor together and I put my gym bag in the corner, reaching in for my tape and hair tie.
“You girls have so much shit to carry around. You can’t just fucking workout?” Spence is smiling at me as he
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