Favorite Mistake

Chapter 4

We get to the gym, and Bryson shows me around. He asked me what goals I have for my body and showed me the exercises and machines I want to use to achieve them. We stretch together and get straight to it. He was focused on me. He did some exercises with me and some of his own but was mainly focused on me. Every wrong move, he corrected. Im not gonna lie. When he would try and fix my placements, it felt intimate. But I brushed it off.

The way things were going, I just got a free personal trainer.

7:06 am

We got back to my place and started getting ready. Bryson took a shower first so I could pick out what to wear. I picked out this denim skirt with a white tank top. I also pulled out a cute cardigan to go on top. Bryson was taking his time, but I still had enough time to shower, so I wasn't pressed. I just decided to go on my phone.

"Hey, could you pass me my clothes?"

I look up, and I'm stunned. Bryson is sexy.

Why didn't he take off his shirt at the gym?

"What?"

"OMG I SAID THAT OUT LOUD"

Bryson laughs.

I toss his clothes over to him, hitting his face.

"Hey!"

I laugh, and he smiles at me. His smile is so cute.

"Why don't you go to the bathroom and shower so I can get dressed here?"

"Yeah, sure."

This is the first time in a while I felt good while taking a shower. Working out really does something to you. I would be here for hours if I didn't have to attend school.

After some time in the shower, I got out and covered my body in oil. It was my favorite body oil. I then went over with my favorite vanilla body butter. I felt so clean and soft. I put on my robe and knocked on the door. 

"You can come in, im done."

I walk through the door, and he's on the bed, shirtless.

"Bryson! You told me you were done."

"I am. We still have about an hour before we have to leave. Come on, let's just chill. I'll put on my shirt when it's time to go. Plus, you said you wanted it off, right?"

"Okay, I did not say all that. You might look good without your shirt, but I still need you to put one on."

"Why didn't he take off his shirt at the gym?" he said, mocking me.

"don't even- you know what? Keep your shirt off."

I quickly grab my clothes and head back to the bathroom. Since we have a little over an hour to leave, I only wore Spanx shorts to go under my skirt and the white tank top.

I go back to the room, and Bryson stares at me.

"Where are your clothes? It looks like you're half naked."

"Okay, my Spanx isn't that short, and my top isn't that cropped. Im going to put on my clothes when it's time to leave. If you can do it, I can do it too." I said with a smile.

I got on the bed and sat next to him. He gets off his phone and sits up.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do? You're putting in all this effort to be with him to break his heart when you should be doing this for yourself. And what if you fall in love with him, trying to win him back?"

Bryson looked me in the eyes, all concerned. I felt terrible because I kept a straight face the whole time, not caring about what he said.

I know what I want to do.

"Im sure, and if anything, I'll have you to stop me from going too far."

Bryson smiled after hearing a bit of reassurance. We just met, and he cares so much for me.

We spent the rest of the time just watching silly videos together on my phone, and when the time came, we finished getting ready and headed to school.

We get there at the perfect time. Everyone is in the halls near their lockers, preparing for their first class. Bryson goes down to my ear and whispers.

"It's show time."