Jennie
I had been coming to Apex Fitness for almost nine months, and for the first six of those months I told myself I was only there for the workouts.
The truth was far less innocent.
Zayne had started working at the gym two weeks after I joined. He was the new lead instructor for the advanced strength and conditioning classes, he’s tall, broad-shouldered, with deeply tanned skin, dark hair that always looked like he’d just run his hands through it, and arms that made the simple act of spotting someone on the bench press feel like performance art. His voice was low and calm when he corrected the form, but there was an edge to it that made my stomach tighten every single time he said my name.
“Jennie, drop those hips a little more.”
“Jennie, breathe through the rep.”
“Jennie, good gi
