“Sod off you two, let’s go grab something to eat while I have an appetite and then you can tell me what extra classes are safe to take.”
Elijah is smirking and I know he’s going to suggest a few that he’s in and surprisingly, it doesn't sound all that unappealing now.
By the time we’ve had our dinner and walked back to my room I’ve already decided on a few extras that I’m going to try out. Horse riding will be with Ivy, and everyone swears she’s a goddess in a saddle. There’s a self-defence class that Amias is taking, and after my run in with Mr. Terrifying, I’d be an idiot to not give it a try. And then there’s the one that Elijah insisted I had to take, photography. He thinks he’s the next Joel Meyerowitz and I’m intrigued to see what he’s like in that kind of environment.
The self-defence is on Wednesday and Saturday evenings, the photography is on Sundays and the horse riding is at the end of the school day on Fridays. I can’t start any of my extras until after my first week, but Amias surprised me by offering to start me on his training programme. He’s not huge like Elijah but he’s still bigger than I’d like to be. He did make it perfectly clear he only intends to help strengthen my core and endurance. How could I refuse? I tried but nothing came to mind. Come tomorrow morning I’m going to discover what kind of training partner he is; something is telling me he won’t go easy on me for my first day.
It’s Saturday, why did I agree to this. It’s five thirty in the morning and he’s already pounding on my door, I think I may have to kill him.
I roll over so quick that I smack into the floor, for crying out loud that hurt. I slowly get to my feet and plod over to the door, I’m so tired I can’t even work out why he’s staring at me with his mouth hanging open and his pupils dilated. What’s wrong this time? Why are his eyes travelling down my body? I can feel my eyes widening to match his as I duck behind my door and rest my head against the wall.
Amias comes into my room and closes the door behind him, fuck me sideways on a pogo stick.
“Get a good eye full?” I ask, owning the embarrassment. So, I’m only in a pair of girl boxers and a cami, it’s not like I’m naked.
I move into my bathroom and close the door so I can get ready, and it’s not lost on me that he hasn’t said anything. He was just staring at me.
He’s sitting on the edge of my bed as I come out of the bathroom, in a pair of yoga leggings, sports bra and workout top. It’s so comfortable and keeps me from overheating due to its backless design, except from a panel across my shoulders to hold it in place and a knot at the bottom.
“If you’re ready, let’s get going.”
“Okay, what’s first on the agenda at this ridiculous time in the morning?” I ask. I want to laugh at the fact he won’t meet my eyes but now I’m starting to feel a little self-conscious.
I mean, it wasn’t that horrible was it? Damn I am not one of those girls who obsesses over guys or what they think about me. Nope, not doing it I do not care what he thought when he saw me like that. Maybe if I think it enough, I’ll start believing it.
“I don’t know what you can handle and how hard I should go with you.” He pauses when he sees how hard I’m trying not to laugh and narrows his eyes at me. “No. Don’t go there, I have enough to deal with when it comes to Elijah twisting everything into something sexual. Just no.”
“Don’t worry Amias, I’ll behave, I would hate to make you uncomfortable,” I say sweetly. and I don’t know how his gaze can get any narrower than it is right now.
He leaves my room and leads me to the fitness centre. The treadmill and rowing machine are our first point of call, and once he makes me work up a sweat, he leads me into a room covered in floor mats.
“Have you ever done any yoga?” he asks, staring me down.
“Yes I have, and it’s left me very flexible,” I reply and I’m having to hold back my laughter as he turns his back on me, I’m really enjoying messing with him.
He drops down into the plank position, staring up at me without saying a damned thing.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, causing him to shake his head at me.
“I want you to engage your core and get into the plank position,” he informs me.
It’s a piece of cake but I have to stop after forty-five seconds, whereas he doesn’t relent until one minute-fifty. How he is now doing push ups I have no idea; my body is on the verge of shaking.
“I want you to do 20 push ups and sit ups everyday as well as the plank. And I want you to hold it for 5 extra seconds a day until you can hold it for two minutes, without shaking. You can begin now with your sit ups and make sure you don’t just sit your top half up straight, I want to see you curl up and curl down. Seeing as you’re so very flexible.”
“You are such an arse,” I say, as I get into the push up position, and I think I’m doing pretty well.
I mean my arms are shaking and I haven’t got past five yet but it’s progress.
“Oh, come on Henleigh, keep your back straight like you are doing the plank,” he barks at me, and it’s so hard not to flip him off.
I’m about halfway down when he gets up and comes closer, I’m trying to shut him out until he puts one hand on my stomach and the other one on my lower back.
“Up and down, I want you to do at least five full press ups, don’t worry I’ll help you just the once.”
I’m gritting my teeth as I work my way down and I’m hating how good it feels to have his hands on me. The issue is his hand on my back has found its way to my bare skin, and it’s making my skin feel hot and a little tingly.
I drop back down for number three and my arms just give out, I push myself up and can’t miss the fact that he’s still touching me.
I look over my shoulder to see him crouching down beside me with a strange look on his face. I push up onto my knees so I’m kneeling beside him, and he still isn’t removing his hands, what’s he playing at?
“Is everything okay?” I ask, and I feel almost sad when he removes his hand from my stomach, and I’m waiting for him to remove his other hand, but instead he applies pressure.
I’m not expecting it, and pitch forward slightly right as his other hand slides across my cheek and pushes into my hair. And then his mouth is on mine.
I’m not reacting, I’m just kneeling here with my eyes open as he kisses me and then he starts to pull back.
“Sorry, won’t happen again,” he grumbles, and it’s like a slap to the face as I seize both of his cheeks in my hands and pull him back to me.
We groan in unison and as he brushes his tongue against the seam of my lips I willingly open to him. I know this isn’t right, I don’t know him, and I’m not cut out for a relationship, but he tastes and feels so good. I would be a fool to pull away. I also can’t help the breathy moan that surprises me when his hands slide onto my hips pushing my top up a little, and his fingers tease my bare flesh
Damn! Amias, I will never look at you in the same way again. As he pulls away, I hate how I follow him before I catch myself and get up to my feet.
“That’s a good start, we definitely have something to work towards,” he says, so I guess that’s over then.