Set on You by Amy Lea EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Amy Lea
- Genre: Multicultural Romances, Multicultural & Interracial Romance, Romantic Comedy
- Publish Date: 10 May 2022
- Size: 2 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Avail for Download
- Price: Free
THE GYM IS supposed to be my safe place. The place I de-stress,
reenergize, and ponder random wonders and mysteries, like: how was I
delusional enough to think I could rock a middle hair part circa 2011?
That’s why I’m equal parts horrified and appalled that my Tinder rebound,
Joe, has sprung onto the treadmill to my right.
I brace myself for an awkward, clunky greeting, but thankfully, his
attention appears fixed on the treadmill’s touch pad. As he presses the dial to
increase his speed, I catch a whiff of eau de wet dog. He not-so-subtly
glances in my direction before averting his eyes.
Sure, Tinder Joe was kind enough to order me an Uber after our lackluster
quarter-night stand two weeks ago. But it’s highly coincidental we’d end up
at the same gym, in all of Boston. I wonder if he’s stalked me. Maybe I blew
his mind in bed? So much so he went FBI on my ass, located my gym, and
staged a casual run-in? Given my social media presence, it isn’t out of the
realm of possibility.
At every opportunity, Dad warns me of the dangers of posting my
whereabouts on Instagram, lest I be kidnapped and sold into sex slavery,
Taken style. Except Dad is no Liam Neeson. He doesn’t have “special skills,”
aside from his legendary sesame chicken recipe. And so long as the Excalibur
Fitness Center continues to sponsor my membership in exchange for
promotion on my Instagram, I’m willing to risk it.
Tinder Joe and I lock eyes once again as I catch my breath post–sprint
interval. Our shared gaze lasts two seconds longer than comfortable and I
can’t help but notice how his perfectly coifed boy-band hair remains
suspiciously intact with each giraffe-like stride. Whether he stalked me here
or not, my first instinct is to flee the scene.
So I do.
I take refuge in the Gym Bro Zone, aka the strength-training area.
As a gym regular, I exchange respectful nods with the other patrons as I
enter. A familiar crowd of ’roid-pumping frat boys loiters near the bench
presses while simultaneously chugging whey protein shakes like they’re on
the brink of dehydration. Today, they’re donning those cringey neon tank
tops that hang too low under their armpits. To their credit, they’re nothing if
not devoted to their daily routines. And after catching a glimpse of my
sweaty, tomato-faced self in the wall-to-wall mirror under harsh fluorescent
lighting, I’m not in any position to judge.
A guy man-splaying on the bench press grunts excessively, chucking a set
of dumbbells to the floor with a loud thud. Normally this would grind my
gears, but I’m too busy bounding toward a majestic sight to care. My
treasured squat rack is free. Praise be.
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