His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over.
"I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me look at you?"
My heart hammers, a wild thing seeking his. "Yes."
So he does. And I feel it. For a long...
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"It's 5:30 AM. Disgusting."
"Would you quit twisting your knickers? This is our job. Look happy."
"Fuck off, Delgado. You're not human." Axel's violet hair is a mess without shape, and he's nursing a massive cup of what I assume is pure caffeine. "I am not loving this right now."
The smell of sweat and metal and antiseptic is my morning coffee. And I, for one, am loving this right now.
Or I'm deluding myself. Ha.
The staff are already here, grunting and groaning through their cleaning routines. Our gym doesn't open for another hour or so. Hell, if we were 24hrs, that would suck. I'd be complaining alongside Axel, that's for sure.
Dameka waves as she arrives, pulling her red hood over her eyes. I snicker, tilting my head. Same.
I pull my red hoodie tighter, stifling a yawn. I've got those early morning shivers that won't go away, but it's time to set up before the rush hits.
I head to the free weights section, where Dylan is already fixing up the mats, his long blond hair in a tie. His biceps look like they're about to explode out of his red work shirt. I make a mental note to avoid him if he asks for a spot one of these days.
"Hey, sexy lady," he greets with a wink.
I halt midstep, unimpressed. "Pardon?"
He throws on a smile. "Oh, come on, you're sexy. I think it's time we bite the bullet and grab dinner."
Nope. Ugh.
"Not interested," I say. "And please don't speak to me like that. Now, do you have something to say I'd like to hear or can I get on with my job?"
His pale cheeks flush red as his shirt. "Uh, have you seen Leo?"
"No. Why?"
Dylan shrugs, shaking his head. "Just need to ask him about the new supplements we're supposed to get. Our shelves are, like, totally empty."
I huff. He's right. That used to be Jet's job, but Jet's gone. We're finally starting to feel that vacancy.
"I'll call World Health today," I tell Dylan. "We'll get those as soon as possible."
He doesn't answer.
The morning passes in a blur of sweat and effort, the gym filling up with our regulars. Axel slumbers around like a zombie, clutching his mug like a secret. I'm wiping butt-sweat off a rower seat when he shuffles up.
"Delgado, someone's here for you," he mumbles, eyes barely open.
My heart jumps.
I practically sprint to the front, my pulse quickening.
