Chapter 67
Alexander gives me a nod in farewell before he retrieves his gym bag and promptly leaves the room. As the door shuts, I finally stir, turning to Kane who is sliding off his black hoodie.
“Was that necessary?” I ask him, gesturing toward the door. “You could have at least thanked him for trying to help me.”
“You know…,” Kane says slowly, turning toward me. “I can’t help but notice how I keep running into the two of you alone.”
I catch the insinuation in his words and stare as he approaches me. However, I don’t play into it. I don’t have anything to hide, after all.
“He’s just an old friend,” I state firmly.
“Right…,” Kane drags out, his tone giving nothing away. I can’t tell if he’s trying to be teasing or he truly doesn’t believe me. It’s hard to decipher.
I scoff. “If it puts your mind at ease, Alexander seems to believe that you and I are up all night fucking like bunnies,” I tell him. “And I didn’t correct him.”
Now this causes Kane to laugh. A real laugh – loud and full. The sound of it makes my lips part.
“Poor guy,” Kane comments with amusement. “He probably thinks that’s what we’re doing right now.”
I wrinkle my nose at him, still aware of how disgusting I look – I’m sure I don’t smell great either. The last thing I’d want to do right now is have sex.
And thankfully, that’s not a possibility considering that’s never going to happen whatsoever in relation to Kane and me.
“Alright, come on,” Kane’s voice cuts through my thoughts, gaining my attention as he heads to the fighting circle.
“What?” I ask, blinking. “You’re not actually going to train me.”
“I am. At least, that’s my intention,” he states unbothered. He then grabs the hem of his shirt, tugging it up over his head before tossing it off to the side.
and
Suddenly, I’m staring at a completely shirtless Kane whose abs look as if they’ve been sculpted by the Goddess herself. The room feels ten times warmer and perhaps five times smaller.
“Nope,” I pop out, shaking my head. “No way.”
“Scared?” he tries, as if thinking this will change my mind.
“No,” I press, scowling at him. “But I am tired. I’ve had enough training for one night.”
Kane accepts this, nodding. I force myself to keep my gaze on his face despite how much I want to let them slide down. Just because he’s irritating doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate his mouthwatering abs, right?
Or maybe I’m just more tired than I thought, which is making me delirious.
“Then we can meet tomorrow night and make a workout plan,” Kane insists. “Or maybe every other night, if you prefer.”
This surprises me. I hadn’t expected he’d actually want to help me – I figured it was just to get under Alexander’s
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Or maybe he’s just trying to play nice since he knows he royally pissed me off last night. With that reminder, my eyes narrow.
“Better yet, maybe I should just hire a trainer,” I state.
“A trainer?” Kane asks. “That doesn’t seem necessary. I can train you.”
“I want a trainer,” I press.
Seeming to get the message, Kane sighs. “Alright, fine,” he relents.
Satisfied, I turn away from him, going to gather my own gym bag. As I begin to pack up my things, I hesitate as I consider Dr. Borsheim’s other suggestions. An idea begins to trickle into my
“Kane,” I say, looking back at him. He pauses his warm up to meet my gaze.
“I want to attend the next back meeting,” I tell him.
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