Chapter 10
The bagroom was slightly smaller than the main training room, and filled with punchbags (duh…) of varying sizes and weights, hanging from the exposed rafters on chains as thick as Tab’s thigh. It was used for bagwork (also duh) and the odd fitness class, but usually left empty for members to use on their own, so that Friday morning, Tab flipped the sign on the glass door over to ‘in use’ and set up a chair in the corner.
“Just, um…you know,” he waved a hand. “Do your thing.”
Nick rolled his eyes, still wrapping his hands. He’d arrived, bleary-eyed and yawning, just after nine, and had wordlessly signed in and vanished into the changing rooms, and Tab had been struck with the quite disturbing revelation that even grumpy and half-asleep, Nick was hot.
Which was going to make t
