Chapter 15...........Equilibrium
"Come on Dee push a little harder you can do it." It's a part of a personal trainers job to cheer you on when you don't think you can go any further. All the same I found it distracting and it made me self conscious more than anything.. Grant was squatted at my feet and had his arms wrapped around my legs holding them together and in place. "Dig down just a little deeper your on your last ten crunches. It's a breeze."
It's a breeze my pregnant ass I thought. Every part of my body ached and burned after today's workout. I was in mid struggle to finish my current crunch when I opened my eyes and saw a Will standing right behind Grant. Embarrassed I stopped mid crunch and dropped onto my back.
Grant released my legs and slid his hands so he was rubbing my calves. "Sorry I guess I might be pushing to hard today."
Will was watching exactly where Grants hands were moving. Clearing his throat Will stepped forward making his presence known to Grant. As if intending to taunt Will Grants hands slowly moved from the top of my calves to my ankle as he stood.
Reaching a hand out to help me up Grant nodded at Will, "Hey, how's it going?"
For a moment Will said nothing. He stood looking casual enough with his hands in his pockets. However with Will his outward appearance didn't necessarily portray the truth of the situation. Will always seemed to be in complete control and only allowed you to see what he wanted you to see.
"I'm good," Will said brushing his hand across his jaw. "If your done why don't you get changed and I'll meet you in the reception area," I couldn't quite read the expression on Wills face so I hurried along.
I had absolutely no troubles finding Will. He was surrounded by three absolutely beautiful half dressed women each struggling for his attention. From where I stood it looked like the red head with a top on so tight it looked as if her boobs would pop out at any minute was winning. She was all but climbing onto Wills lap. Like the womanizer Will was he was loving the attention. I'm sure I said it before but no wonder Will was such an asshole when it came to women. I could hardly blame just Will after all look at what women did just to get his attention. I'm sure these three would be happy to knowingly share him. Between his thick English accent, model good looks and his money Will could have the pick of who ever her wanted.
I was tired of watching the Will fan club in action so I headed outside to go read my novel. Finding a shady spot under some trees I leaned against the trunk and got comfy. A cool autumn breeze blew threw the air gradually sliding the trees leaves from green to a myriad of vibrate reds, oranges and yellows. It had to be another twenty minutes at least before a Will emerged coming to find me.
"You could have told me you were ready." Will said as he stood before me like he was god.
"I didn't want to cramp your style." Dropping my book mark in my book I stood and slung my bag over my shoulder. Falling into step with each other as we walked across the parking lot. Rather than just unlocked my door with his key fob Will walked around to the passengers side door and opened it. Reaching over he took my gym bag from my shoulder tossing it into the back seat. He even waited until I got in so he could shut the door. Really these are very common actions that occur between people everywhere everyday but this was Will. Something was up as he never did such simple actions.
We exited the parking lot and started heading west. Something was defiantly up. I watched him as he rested one arm on the door, his fingertips playing with his bottom lip. Lost in a thought he seemed to be drowning in. Maybe I was reading more into it than what there was but the sadness and grief of last night wore heavy on him today as well. Our usual silence wasn't filled with animosity but hallow denial. It was almost as if we sat in regret of all the things we had done.
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