Calorie Burn Between His Sheets - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I never thought I'd stumble upon the answer so soon—literally the next day.
And there I was, just trying to shed some pounds, when I almost walked straight into their little scandal.
Inside the gym.
Sophia Laurent was sprawled on the floor, her boyfriend—Ryan Evans, the coach assigned to her weight loss program—hovering over her as he cranked out push-ups.
The position was so suggestive, my face burned with secondhand embarrassment.
I could only imagine they'd used that same move as a warm-up last night—just not the gym kind.
Seriously, right in the middle of the gym? In front of everyone?
Did they have no shame?
I was halfway through debating whether to call Sophia out when the shameless duo finished their set and waved at me in perfect sync.
"Nana! You made it," Sophia chirped, flashing me a grin.
Then, with a smug little lift of her chin, she added, "My boyfriend pulled some strings and got you a personal trainer. You know, to really kickstart your weight loss."
A personal trainer?
Since when did Sophia have that kind of clout?
I forced a grateful smile. "Wow, thank you both so much."
Ryan just shrugged, all casual charm. "Hey, no sweat."
Then he jerked his chin toward the weight racks, and out walked a guy with eight-pack abs and a face that belonged on a billboard.
The man extended a hand—firm grip, no nonsense.
"Ethan Roscente," he introduced himself. "Ryan asked me to take over your program. We can start whenever you're ready."
I'd already made up my mind before stepping foot in this gym. Two months. That's all I had to ditch the extra weight clinging to my waist.
I was ready to sweat, ache, and push through every ounce of exhaustion.
Gritting my teeth, I met Ethan's gaze head-on. "Let's do this now."
"Perfect." He gestured toward the yoga studio. "Change into your yoga pants first. We'll start with a warm-up."
Yoga pants? For weight loss?
I didn't get it, but hey, if that's what it took, fine.
Once I'd changed, Ethan's reaction was… noticeable.
Okay, sure, I might've been packing 140 pounds, but I carried it well—tall, hourglass, curves that didn't quit.
And in skin-tight yoga wear?
The mirror didn't lie. Full chest, round backside, the kind of proportions that made even me do a double-take.
And Ethan? Well, he was just a guy. A very distracted guy.
It took me calling his name three times before he snapped out of it.
"Oh—right. You're ready." He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. "Lie down. I'll help you stretch."
I settled onto the mat, and the next thing I knew, Ethan was kneeling beside me, hands on my ankle, guiding my leg up toward my shoulder.
Except as my leg lifted, his body pressed closer.
Way too close.
Suddenly, we were nose-to-nose, his lower half nearly flush against mine.
And through the thin fabric of my yoga pants? Yeah, there was no mistaking what I felt.
My face went nuclear.
Before I could even process it, his warm breath brushed my cheek.
His eyes—dark, intense—locked onto mine, and my heart hammered so loud I swore he could hear it.
This was worse than Sophia and Ryan's little display. Way worse.
I turned my head away, too flustered to hold his gaze.
I expected him to back off.
He didn't.
If anything, he got bolder.
Staying pressed against me was bad enough—but then he started moving.
And there I was, just trying to shed some pounds, when I almost walked straight into their little scandal.
Inside the gym.
Sophia Laurent was sprawled on the floor, her boyfriend—Ryan Evans, the coach assigned to her weight loss program—hovering over her as he cranked out push-ups.
The position was so suggestive, my face burned with secondhand embarrassment.
I could only imagine they'd used that same move as a warm-up last night—just not the gym kind.
Seriously, right in the middle of the gym? In front of everyone?
Did they have no shame?
I was halfway through debating whether to call Sophia out when the shameless duo finished their set and waved at me in perfect sync.
"Nana! You made it," Sophia chirped, flashing me a grin.
Then, with a smug little lift of her chin, she added, "My boyfriend pulled some strings and got you a personal trainer. You know, to really kickstart your weight loss."
A personal trainer?
Since when did Sophia have that kind of clout?
I forced a grateful smile. "Wow, thank you both so much."
Ryan just shrugged, all casual charm. "Hey, no sweat."
Then he jerked his chin toward the weight racks, and out walked a guy with eight-pack abs and a face that belonged on a billboard.
The man extended a hand—firm grip, no nonsense.
"Ethan Roscente," he introduced himself. "Ryan asked me to take over your program. We can start whenever you're ready."
I'd already made up my mind before stepping foot in this gym. Two months. That's all I had to ditch the extra weight clinging to my waist.
I was ready to sweat, ache, and push through every ounce of exhaustion.
Gritting my teeth, I met Ethan's gaze head-on. "Let's do this now."
"Perfect." He gestured toward the yoga studio. "Change into your yoga pants first. We'll start with a warm-up."
Yoga pants? For weight loss?
I didn't get it, but hey, if that's what it took, fine.
Once I'd changed, Ethan's reaction was… noticeable.
Okay, sure, I might've been packing 140 pounds, but I carried it well—tall, hourglass, curves that didn't quit.
And in skin-tight yoga wear?
The mirror didn't lie. Full chest, round backside, the kind of proportions that made even me do a double-take.
And Ethan? Well, he was just a guy. A very distracted guy.
It took me calling his name three times before he snapped out of it.
"Oh—right. You're ready." He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. "Lie down. I'll help you stretch."
I settled onto the mat, and the next thing I knew, Ethan was kneeling beside me, hands on my ankle, guiding my leg up toward my shoulder.
Except as my leg lifted, his body pressed closer.
Way too close.
Suddenly, we were nose-to-nose, his lower half nearly flush against mine.
And through the thin fabric of my yoga pants? Yeah, there was no mistaking what I felt.
My face went nuclear.
Before I could even process it, his warm breath brushed my cheek.
His eyes—dark, intense—locked onto mine, and my heart hammered so loud I swore he could hear it.
This was worse than Sophia and Ryan's little display. Way worse.
I turned my head away, too flustered to hold his gaze.
I expected him to back off.
He didn't.
If anything, he got bolder.
Staying pressed against me was bad enough—but then he started moving.
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