Chad’s always been a bully to me. So why is he looking at me like that from across the gym? Like he… wants me?
When I find myself working out in the weight room alone with my bully, I don’t know what to do. I have to keep it cool, working up a sweat and focusing on my work out.
But I can’t stop looking at him. He’s gorgeous, chiseled from marble, and every time our eyes meet, I can’t understand what’s happening. I mean, we’re both straight…
Right?
The dangerous truth is I want him. No, I need him. But he needs me even worse.