Tequila's POV
"A gym? Of all the places in London. . you want to go to a gym?" Ace deadpans. It was late afternoon and we've been arguing for about three hours on where to go.
"Yes. That's what I said didn't I?" I snap getting frustrated and he narrows his eyes at me.
"Fine, put on your clothes then."
"Can I —"
"No." He grabs the shorts from my hand so in return I wear something that I know should irk him. Pulling on the PINK leggings, I pair is with a white T-shirt and a black sports bra.
"What're you wearing?" His eyes were mostly on my legs as he reenters the room and I roll y eyes.
"Work out clothes. Duh."
"Don't sass me." He flicks my nose. "I'm not comfortable with you wearing that, mostly men are at the gym."
"So? You're here with me."
"They'll be looking."
"You didn't le
