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I search his face for the punch line, but the seriousness hich his firo wide “Ryan, I—”

“Hold on, I know exactly e need,” he says, releasing my shoulders to pull his cell phone out of his pocket Not even ten seconds later, the opening beats of the Rocky theht air

“C’ around in place like a boxer, occasionally tossing out a few jabs with his free hand “Feel the et ready to rumble!”

Oh Holy Shit His absurdity and the fact that he had e My body jolts forward on a laugh, stopping only when h several snorts and giggles “You can stop acting like a lunatic I get it noasa tad dramatic”

Instantly, thedown at me “Just a tad dramatic?”

“Shut up,” I retort and reach out to shove hih, I definitely don’t expect the rock-hard abs that sit beneath his sharp suit Goodness I can’t see therate cheese on those firm-as-hell fuckers

“What’s that look for?” he questions when he searches my face

This look? I think to myself The one that’s a combination of shock and horny awe? Oh, I don’t know Maybe it’s because I’ what you look like in a different kind of suit A birthday suit, where your washboard abs and penis are on display just for me

Though, I don’t tell him that

I want to, of course But I’s I want to do to hiue

“Nothing,” I eventuallyaround the street “Are we going the right way?” I question, even though I have a pretty good idea of how to get back to our parents’ street

“Yeah” He nods and points toward the end, where a crosswalk sits at a stop sign “The gym facility is just up there on the corner”

I jerk my head back “Gym facility?”

“Uh-huh,” he confir honest I half expected an old treadle duood variety of new equipment and a lap pool in the back You haven’t been in there?”