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I take in his arms They’re chiseled and defined Then I look at hoide and thick his shoulders are as they stretch into an impressive, solid-as-stone chest

He’s not big in a muscle-bound way but built in a you-know-you-want-me-to-take-my-shirt-off kind of way

Which is true One hundred percent And that’s precisely what I’m afraid of—him

But I can’t tell him that I can’t say that I’m afraid and that I’ll actually physically shake if he touches et so lost in the possibilities of ht bench that I drop a du hi hi to happen

I suck in a deep breath “I’ll be honest with you” Ish

“Please do”

“I’m not really sure I want to work out I saw an ad online one night when I’d had tooher driver’s perhter if I’d gotten pregnant in high school—which I didn’t,” I add, just so he’s clear I’ene to love exercise, and I am not one of them I like pizza and Coke and … and Fun Dip”

He laughs, looking slightly bewildered “Fun Dip? The colorful stuff you shove the stick of sugar into?”

“That Yes”

“Okay,” he says, amused “Continue”

“I’m … I’m done”

I bite h at me To realize I’m a lost cause and to tell Brittni to keep me on the schedule for Carina or whomever she said

But neither thing happens

Instead, the aether

“Brittni?” he says over his shoulder “Could you grab a PT intake for room, please? I’ll watch the desk”

“Oh, um, sure,” she says

My heart pounds, pu on the floor just in case I pass out froaze

“Now give me the other half,” he says, his voice low

“What are you talking about?”

“You said you’d be honest with me”

I nod