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I drag my eyes away from his muscles. “Huh?”

“T, you can see me shirtless anytime you want–no need to drool over me while I’m working out.”

I swat him with the cleaning rag. “I’m not drooling.”

He lifts a shoulder. “You want me, it’s okay to admit it”

I do want him, but like hell I’m going to feed his ego.

“Stop being so vain.” I roll my eyes, trying to pretend like just seeing him like this isn’t making me crazy. “My manager asked me for a favor.”

“What’s that?” He climbs off the machine and grabs his water bottle, taking a big swallow.

“Will you stick around for the next student tour? She wants to wow the admissions department with a couple photos of a star athlete working out.”

“Star athlete, huh?”

“Her words, not mine.”

He smirks, but then says, “You know I’m not really approved to workout without Coach’s approval.”

“Oh shit, right.”

“I mostly just come in here to see you.” His tongue darts out, licking the ring in his lip. “I missed waking up with you.”

“I missed it too,” I admit. “I just felt like it was better to take it slow. For the sake of everyone.”

He nods, leaning a sweaty arm on the machine. “How about this? I stick around, take a few pictures for the gym and you come to my game tonight.”

“You won’t get in trouble?”

“I’ll smooth it over,” he says, running his fingers over his mustache. “It looks good for the team too when we do a little extra PR.”

“I was already coming to the game, but if that’s the deal you want to strike, sure.”

Across the gym, the tour guide enters the front door, followed by a small group of high school students and their parents. Abby walks over to greet them and I say, “I better go put this stuff up and see if she needs any help.”

I duck into the back hall and have my hand on the supply closet door knob when I hear, “T, wait up.”

I turn and Axel is behind me, crowding me in against the door.

“I wasn’t finished with my demands.”

I tilt my head. “Okay, what else?”

“You wear my jersey to the game.”

Again, not a hardship. “Done.”

His eyebrow arches. “With nothing on underneath.”

Heat spreads through my belly. “I can do that.”

“And after the game, you come home with me–spend the night in my bed.”

The way he’s looking at me–oh boy–yeah this is a man that knows what he wants.

“Fine, but…” I start, already knowing I’m going to agree no matter what. I’m just trying to have some dignity here. “You have to wear a Wittmore gym T-shirt.”