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"If your thinking about me, I'm probably thinking of you"
—Arctic Monkeys

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MILO

The feeling of the weight being lifted off my shoulders at her words was indescribable. She's not mad.

What's even scarier is I have no fucking idea what I'd do if she was mad, if she wanted to break up. Although I now had a few more details I should probably explain to her.

"So did we actually come here to work out?" She asked confused interwoven in her expression. "Yes, and before you ask. There really is a coffee shop with danishes." I joked, "You know me so well!" She beamed.

I quickly checked my levels before starting my work out, my blood sugar was a little low, so I popped a glucose tab. I'd learned early that managing my diabetes was all about staying ahead of it, especially during heavy workouts. It wasn't a big deal, just part of the routine by now. Still, I could feel that familiar little rush of nerves and energy that always showed up when she was around, as if it wasn't enough that I already needed to keep tabs on my body.

I glanced around the gym as I let the glucose hit, grounding myself in the familiar space. It's gritty down here, all concrete walls and exposed pipes, with just a hint of that tattoo ink smell from the shop upstairs. The heavy bags swayed in the corner, a line of them hanging— waiting. I rolled my shoulders, stretching out the tension as I looked back to find her watching me with that curious look again, like she couldn't quite figure out what drew me to this place.

I started with jumping jacks, getting my blood moving, then shadowboxing. Each punch felt solid, bringing me into focus. I threw a few quick combos for good measure, my fists whipping through the air. Catching her watching, I grinned to myself. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to show off a little.

I took off my shirt, definitely because it was hot not because I wanted her to think I am. Her eyes wandering my bare upper body, filling me with a sense of pride.

When I grabbed a dumbbell and started on a warm-up set of curls, I saw her leaning against the wall, smirking at me. She then took off my hoodie revealing her sports bra, oh fuck.

I saw it, she had a belly button piercing. Oddly enough it suited her, it didn't look trashy or anything. She smirked noticing what I was staring at, as much as I felt like I knew her we both still had secrets.

"Not in a weird way, but how much do you weigh?" I called over breaking out of the trance I had been in.

"130..." she mumbled, her eyes down cast.

I added a few plates to the bar until it was just over 200 pounds. I slid under the bench, gripped the bar, feeling its weight settle across my chest. Steady breath in, and press. Each rep was controlled, the rhythm steady as I worked through the set.

I saw the shock on her face as I made sure she knew that was easy, I wanted her to be impressed. It might be childish but it was true.

After a few more reps on the squat rack, the familiar burn creeping into my legs, I finally let the bar drop and caught her eye. She was watching with a half-smile, eyebrow raised.

"Not bad, right?" I asked, grinning.

"Not bad," she admitted, rolling her eyes. "But you still owe me that coffee and danish, tough guy."

I wiped the sweat from my brow, grabbing a towel. "Fine, fine. But first, you're my new workout partner."

She looked at me, one eyebrow raised. "And what exactly does that mean?"

Dropping to the floor in a push-up position, I shot her a grin. "Means you're gonna sit on top of me while I do push-ups. You get to relax, and I get have you on top of me, unfortunately not in my preferred way."

Her smile flickered, and something uncertain passed through her eyes. She shifted, looking down, her voice softer than usual. "I—I don't know, Milo. What if I'm... too heavy?" She said crossing her arms which only showcased my current source of motivation.

I pushed up onto my knees and reached for her hand. Her fingers felt tentative in mine. "Hey, no way," I said quietly. "Pretty girl, you're perfect. I want you up there because I can lift you. Easy. I can lift two of you."

She hesitated, looking down, her voice a whisper. "You're sure?"

"Positive. You're light as a feather, Pretty Girl." I confirmed.

She finally settled, her weight warm and solid across my back. I could feel her ease a little, letting herself actually trust me with this. "Okay?" I asked.

"Okay." she replied softly, her voice more confident.

I took a slow inhale, lowering myself to the floor. As I pushed back up, I felt every ounce of her weight, but that was exactly what I wanted—the grounding, the focus. I worked through a few push-ups, each movement steady. By the fifth, I heard her laugh softly, and I knew she was letting herself relax, actually letting herself enjoy it.

"So there's still a few things I need to tell you." I said, "Okay..." she replied, "So Kade is actually the one that introduced me to
Mr. Feng, who runs it." I said carefully keeping my breaths even. "Kade's practically at the top of the underground fighting roster, he's been in it since our sophomore year of high school." I continued, "oh? Does Kiara know?" She asked, "Yeah, she's the one usually fixing everyone up after fights." I explained not sure how she'd take it. "Does she know you are telling me?" She asked, "She's the one the told me to tell you before she did." I scoffed, she was silent so I decided to change the topic.

On the fifteenth push-up, I paused, glancing back over my shoulder at her. "Still think you're too heavy?"

She blushed, looking away, but she was smiling, more relaxed than I'd seen her. "No."

I lowered us back down, catching her gaze. "Promise?" I asked as she got off sitting next to me, and I mirrored her.

A small smile played at her lips, and she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Pinkie." She said holding out her pinkie finger and I did the same interlocking mine with hers.

I pressed a light kiss to her lip before asking, "Hungry?" She nodded eagerly as she got back on her feet and put my hoodie back on.

I put back everything I had used, and put my shirt back on. I let her lead the way back up, and I enjoyed the view , before teasingly slapping her ass. She let out a surprised laugh and covered her ass with her hands running up the rest of the steps. I laughed running after her.

Casey and Mr. Feng were talking at the front desk, "all good?" Casey asked looking to Alvara. She nodded in response her cheeks slightly flushed, "oh I never asked if those piercings healed well?" She said quirking a brow. "Yeah, they did." She responded fidgeting with the draw string of my hoodie. Casey winked at her and Mr. Feng rolled his eyes.

We walked down the strip of small stores approaching the coffee shop.

"Welcome to Cool Beans!" A worker I knew as Mrs. Genova greeted, "Milo!" She said looking up. She came around the counter and hugged me. "Nice to see you Mrs. Genova," I said as she pulled away. "This is her?" She asked smiling, I nodded as she took Alvara by surprise and embraced her in a hug. "I've heard so much about you! My name is Anna he's just ridiculously formal!" She laughed, "It's nice to meet you!" Alvara said matching her energy.

Mrs. Genova walked back around the counter to the cash register, "What can I get for you two?" She asked smiling brightly. "One coffee black, a hot chocolate, and two danishes." I told her, "What flavor? I just made fresh cherry ones..." I looked down to Alvara, "does that sound good?" I asked she nodded, "Cherry would be great, thank you." I said pulling out my wallet to pay, I swiped my cards through the reader and entered my pin.

I took Alvara's hand in mine and walked to a small table the was tucked away, we sat across from each other. "So are the other piercings the ones on your ears?" I asked intriguinged. "No, I got those when I was five." She answered as Mrs. Genova came over with our danishes and drinks. "Here you go, let me know if you need anything else!" She said walking away, wait—does My pretty girl have her tits pierced?