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talking and laughing with two other guards. He glances up at me and smiles softly but he doesn’t say anything before turning away.
Wow – has he lost interest in me already?
Maybe he found someone else he’s more attracted to.
Or he’s just realized that I’m not as special as he mistakenly believed I was.
These are the thoughts running through my head as I make my way to the door. I step out from under the building’s overhang and lazy snowflakes fall into my hair. The cold bites at my nose. I stand there for just a second to gather myself up from beneath the crushing realization that Jackson has moved on.
But then I feel a strong touch at my elbow. I turn quickly and see Jackson standing right next to me.
“Hi…” he says with a small grin.
“Hi.” I feel my heart pounding in my chest. He’s impossibly handsome, even when he’s standing this close.
“How was your Christmas?” he asks.
“Good…How was yours?”
He sort of shrugs. “Okay, I guess.”
An awkward silence settles over us.
Finally, I say, “Well, I was on my way to the gym so I’d better get going.” I pivot slowly to leave.
His hand leaps back to my elbow. “Wait.”
I look up at him. “Yes?”
“I’ll go with you,” he says taking an eager step forward.
“You will?” I feel my neck heat up at the idea of seeing his hot body all flexed and sweaty.
“Yeah, sure.” He glances at his watch. “My shift ended half an hour ago but I don’t really have anything planned for tonight so I was just lingering around…hoping I might see you.”
My heart speeds up and my body is instantly aching for him again.
“Let me go get my stuff,” he says as he turns and jogs up the stairs leading back to the building.
I watch him go.
Just before he steps into the building, he turns back to me and says. “If I leave you there, can I trust that you’ll be there when I get back?”
I can’t help but smile. I’ve spent the last few weeks running away from him in almost every way imaginable. I’ve been scared. Scared that he’d realize that he doesn’t like me as much as he thinks he does. But right now, I don’t want to run.
“I’ll be here,” I promise.
He flashes me his best smile and then he disappears into the building.
Chapter 22
Twenty minutes later, we enter the gym side by side. I feel the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach, not just because I generally get nervous being around Jackson, but because this is the first time he’ll really get to see my body – the extra weight in my thighs, the true width of my hips, the excess heft in my stomach.
I didn’t think this through.
I should have never agreed to let him tag along with me. I glance at all the beautiful women around me with their tight waists and sculpted abs. I don’t stand a chance with him now that he’s free to compare me to them.
Jackson leaves me near the elliptical machines and heads straight to the weight machines. I climb onto an elliptical and try to find my stride but it’s difficult not to get distracted by the string of women who pass by throwing smiles and winks at Jackson while he works out.
I can’t blame them.
He looks good. Real good.
His superbly masculine shoulders and powerfully toned biceps flex and contract as he pulls the heaviest weights. Beads of sweat roll down his temples as he devotes all of his concentration to the activity, making faces that force me to imagine what he’d look like giving his all to me in my bed. I can tell from their facial expressions that the other women around are thinking along the same lines.
When I’ve had enough of feeling inadequate, I move to the free weights and start working on my bicep curls. I struggle with the ten-pound weights as I usually do. I hate bicep curls. Ruthie always forces me to push harder but she’s not here and seeing all the
Wow – has he lost interest in me already?
Maybe he found someone else he’s more attracted to.
Or he’s just realized that I’m not as special as he mistakenly believed I was.
These are the thoughts running through my head as I make my way to the door. I step out from under the building’s overhang and lazy snowflakes fall into my hair. The cold bites at my nose. I stand there for just a second to gather myself up from beneath the crushing realization that Jackson has moved on.
But then I feel a strong touch at my elbow. I turn quickly and see Jackson standing right next to me.
“Hi…” he says with a small grin.
“Hi.” I feel my heart pounding in my chest. He’s impossibly handsome, even when he’s standing this close.
“How was your Christmas?” he asks.
“Good…How was yours?”
He sort of shrugs. “Okay, I guess.”
An awkward silence settles over us.
Finally, I say, “Well, I was on my way to the gym so I’d better get going.” I pivot slowly to leave.
His hand leaps back to my elbow. “Wait.”
I look up at him. “Yes?”
“I’ll go with you,” he says taking an eager step forward.
“You will?” I feel my neck heat up at the idea of seeing his hot body all flexed and sweaty.
“Yeah, sure.” He glances at his watch. “My shift ended half an hour ago but I don’t really have anything planned for tonight so I was just lingering around…hoping I might see you.”
My heart speeds up and my body is instantly aching for him again.
“Let me go get my stuff,” he says as he turns and jogs up the stairs leading back to the building.
I watch him go.
Just before he steps into the building, he turns back to me and says. “If I leave you there, can I trust that you’ll be there when I get back?”
I can’t help but smile. I’ve spent the last few weeks running away from him in almost every way imaginable. I’ve been scared. Scared that he’d realize that he doesn’t like me as much as he thinks he does. But right now, I don’t want to run.
“I’ll be here,” I promise.
He flashes me his best smile and then he disappears into the building.
Chapter 22
Twenty minutes later, we enter the gym side by side. I feel the fluttering of butterflies in my stomach, not just because I generally get nervous being around Jackson, but because this is the first time he’ll really get to see my body – the extra weight in my thighs, the true width of my hips, the excess heft in my stomach.
I didn’t think this through.
I should have never agreed to let him tag along with me. I glance at all the beautiful women around me with their tight waists and sculpted abs. I don’t stand a chance with him now that he’s free to compare me to them.
Jackson leaves me near the elliptical machines and heads straight to the weight machines. I climb onto an elliptical and try to find my stride but it’s difficult not to get distracted by the string of women who pass by throwing smiles and winks at Jackson while he works out.
I can’t blame them.
He looks good. Real good.
His superbly masculine shoulders and powerfully toned biceps flex and contract as he pulls the heaviest weights. Beads of sweat roll down his temples as he devotes all of his concentration to the activity, making faces that force me to imagine what he’d look like giving his all to me in my bed. I can tell from their facial expressions that the other women around are thinking along the same lines.
When I’ve had enough of feeling inadequate, I move to the free weights and start working on my bicep curls. I struggle with the ten-pound weights as I usually do. I hate bicep curls. Ruthie always forces me to push harder but she’s not here and seeing all the
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