THE WEIGHT OF LOVE BY EMILY ANNE JAMES – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Emily Anne James
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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Labor Day
Stella
I hate you. I hate this. I’m going to die.
My mind is convinced we should give up on the new personal record I
want to set on the leg press. I can feel my glutes shaking in protest to the
extra 90 lbs. worth of weight I added because I was feeling a little bit extra.
Right, Genius. Tell me how that works out for you two days from now
when you can’t sit down or stand up from the toilet.
At least the gym is empty…so no one can see you wuss out.
I tell my inner Negative Nancy monologue to stuff it and massage the
crease of my left thigh and butt that’s trying to start giving out on me.
“Not today, going to make this weight my bitch.”
I often mutter to myself mid-workout like an actual psychopath. The
encouragement helps me brace and reset to finish the last eight repetitions
of my set. The weight and depth of my squat are burning my muscles, but
the heavy metal blasting in my ear and my refusal to fail fueling me through
it.
I started putting one headphone in a while ago to avoid the awkward
hand-waving from people trying to get my attention. It also helps me feel
less like someone can sneak up on me and scare me when I’m lifting heavy.
The last two reps are starting to hit that near-failure mark where I really
want to give up but refuse to let myself. I have worked far too long at this to
give up now. I reach a finger towards my left knee, thinking maybe it’ll
trick my mind into moving the sled back up, and I hear a chuckle from
behind me.
“Don’t wuss out now, Darlin’. You’ve got it. Use that ass.”
The deep voice behind me is like honey and pure sex and entirely the
wrong distraction in the moment.
Shit. Guess it’s not empty.
I turn my head to the side, sweat beading on my forehead and rolling
down my face and chest as I still struggle to get my legs to extend back out
of the deep squat I’m now nearly stuck in.
“My ass and I aren’t really talking right now. Thanks, though.”
I push through the pain and get my legs extended with more effort than
I’d like to admit. I can feel the muscles in my left leg shaking in protest.
One more rep, and I definitely can’t bail out now. But wow…what a
fucking audience.
The guy on the bench next to me looks like something out of one of those
male review shows: a football player or maybe a fantasy firefighter rolled
into one sexy package in gray sweatpants and a fitted Kriby tank top that
shows off immaculate shoulders and arms.
Not the gray sweatpants.
I feel my body responding viscerally to his nearness and the instant
attraction. The scent of his cologne invades my brain.
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