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Part 2 of Confessions~
This scared her.
"Good. Two," Being with him scared the living shit out of her.
"Three," Her arms were shaky that time but he stood behind her, support, strength.
"One more?"
"It's too heavy. I can't."
"Yes, you can." Out of all the eyes on them, his eyes on her had the most impact and that scared her. Swallowing, she nervously glanced at their reflection. They stood there in sweat-soaked clothes and flushed, him like a tall solid tree behind her. The clink of metal and machines distracted her.
"Come on, Bry. One more. That's all I'm asking." Breathing in hard through her nostrils, she stepped into the little space between the deadlift and the rack that held it together and grabbed it with both hands.
"Remember, lift with your legs. Not your back."
"You're tryna kill me." He flashed her a grin in the mirror.
"Remember your posture." He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was very blatantly staring at her spandex-covered ass now tooted up and front and center. Watching his teeth bite his lower lip made her cheeks grow hot.
"Look at you, Man of God." His cheeks grew pink but otherwise, he just cleared his throat.
"Let's go. Down." Assuming the posture he'd shown her, she grabbed it tight between her fingers and pushed off, the weight now distributed across her shoulders. Sucking in air through her nose, she slowly exhaled as she knelt down into a crouch.
"Good. Now up." Taking in another breath, she pushed up, teeth grit together.
"Legs, Briony. Good. Keep coming, sweetheart. Push." Her thighs shook and she let out a small grunt as his verbal encouragement helped her make it to the top.
"Hold it, One.. Two...Done." Helping her place it back onto the rack, he watched as the woman fell out across the handles, arms and head dangling. Her breath was harsh coming up from her lungs and her own closed eyes opened at the feeling of a towel against her forehead.
"I'm proud of you."
"Yeah yeah yeah. You're tryna kill me like I said." Laughing, he lifted her water bottle to her mouth in an offering of peace and she gladly accepted it.
"I think you deserve some spicy Tteokbokki, what do you say?"
"I more than deserve it for putting up with your ass today, pretty boy." Lifting up, she snatched the towel out of his hand and wiped the rest of her face, hand next coming to snatch her water bottle.
"You gon buy me whatever the hell I want today, got that?" Her answer came in the lifted-up white tee that he used to wipe his own face, blinding her with a generous view of his sweaty abs, OD popping from the core workout he'd gotten into earlier. Her mouth gaped open for a moment but she closed it up, pursed her lips, sucked her teeth, and turned to walk away from him. He was gon give her a heart attack by the time he was done. Jesus.
