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you can have some of my protein
drink if you’d like,” he told me, offering me the bottle. As I took
it from him, my fingers grazed his, and I inhaled sharply. It was
like a spark ran between us, a zap that coursed through every vein
of my body. My heart began to pound even harder than it had been
from the exercise. I raised the bottle to my mouth and took a sip,
then immediately scrunched up my face.
    “That’s pretty gross,
how the hell do you drink that?”
    “Sorry. I guess you get
used to it, I forget that some people aren’t used to the taste of
whey protein.”
    “It certainly isn’t
champagne, let me tell you.”
    “No, but it helps your
muscles recover better than champagne does.”
    “Ugh, surely there’s
another way.”
    “Well, if you join me
again I’ll make sure to have some chocolate milk for you. It’s not
as good for you, but it’s a good post-workout drink since it’s high
in both protein and carbs.”
    “Is that you asking me
out on a second date?” I teased.
    “Maybe,” he replied, a
twinkle in his eye.
    “Well I dunno, this is
getting pretty serious for a bunch of maybe-dates.”
    “Alright then, it’s a
definite date. Now, let me show you how to bench press. You know,
getting to the romantic part of this date,” he continued, and I
laughed.
    Daniel had me lie down
on the bench after he showed me the proper form. He moved his hands
to mine, and again my heart pounded in my chest. I wanted him to
touch so much more than just my hands. I wanted him to touch my
waist, my hips, my chest, my ass, my thighs. I wanted his hands all
over me, I wanted him to discover my body slowly, taking his time
as he explored me.
    My mind was suddenly
brought back from my reverie, my fantasy as Daniel moved the bar
from the hooks holding it in place and above me. It was so
heavy!
    “Remember, drive with
your feet and arch your back,” Daniel encouraged as he helped me
move the bar down towards my chest. Up and down, the bar went,
again and again, his hands just grazing mine as he was ready to
catch the bar if the weight was too much for me.
    “Awesome, good job!” he
exclaimed when I was finished the three sets he got me to do. “Are
you enjoying it, or is it just my amazing company keeping you
here?” he asked as we took another break.
    “As amazing as your
company is, I actually am enjoying this by itself” I replied, and
it was the truth. I had never expected that I would be the type of
person to lift weights. After all, I’d never been athletic growing
up, and while I had seen a lot of amateur athletes at the
physiotherapy clinic I volunteered at when I was a undergrad, it
had never seemed to be the sort of thing that would interest me.
And yet, I was finding that I actually really liked it. The burn at
the end of the sets, the determination it took to get the weight
back to where it should be, the feeling of satisfaction when I was
finished were all huge adrenaline boosts.
    As soon as I realized
how much I loved this I began to feel guilty once more. I wasn’t
allowed to enjoy things. It was bad enough my panties were soaked
without having anything to do with the sweat pouring from my body,
it was bad enough that I spent half the morning fantasizing about
Daniel, about wanting his hands all over so much more of me, but
that I was also enjoying the actual workout was just the icing on
the cake. I wasn’t allowed to enjoy things, and I wanted to refuse
to enjoy this. I just couldn’t help it.
    “Why are you doing this
for me?” I asked suddenly after getting a drink of water. “There’s
a lot of other girls in here, why me?”
    Daniel looked amused at
my question. “Why do you think?”
    “I don’t know,
honestly.”
    “There’s something
about you, Kylie. You just seemed to be the type of girl that I
wanted to know more about, and when I saw you sitting alone at
dinner, you looked like you needed a friend. So I figured I could
get to know you, and you accepted. Now I get to