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Christ.
With a roll of my eyes, I reach out with my forefinger and thumb and I grip her muscle, squeezing down on it.
“Ouch.” She shakes her arm free of me.
“Yup, cold, hard,bendablesteel. Never felt a muscle like it before,” I say with an eye roll.
“All muscle is going to bend like that when you push down on it,” she counters.
“Really?” I ask with a quirk of my brow. “Want to test that theory?”
“Why yes, I do. I’ll show you.” She gestures to me. “Go ahead, flex.”
I pull back the sleeve of my shirt and flex my arm for her, my bicep bulging into a solid rock right in front of her face, causing her eyes to widen.
“Go ahead, show me how it bends.”
Chin held high, she says, “Don’t mind if I do.”
She steps up and tries to put her forefinger and thumb around my bicep like I did to her, but her hand isn’t big enough, and I watch as her expression contorts in disappointment. It doesn’t stop her, though, because she wraps her hand around my bicep and attempts to push down, growing frustrated when she doesn’t get the right angle.
“If it wasn’t so big, I could wrap my hand around it.”
“Are you talking about my arm, or something else, Baker?”
Her eyes widen for a moment before narrowing. “Don’t be disgusting.”
“You’re the one who said it.”
“Clearly, I’m talking about your bendable bicep.”
“It’s not bendable.”
“Oh yeah? Watch this,” she says with a grunt before wrapping both hands around my bicep and lifting her feet off the ground, dangling from my arm. “Is it…bending?”
I do a bicep curl as she hangs off me. “Nope, just getting stronger.”
“Ugh, fine.” She releases me and straightens out her shirt. “Maybe not all muscles bend.”
“Glad we had to go through that to figure it out.” I nod toward the camera that’s still recording us. “At least you’re getting the content you wanted.”
She huffs and then turns off the video. “Are we warmed up or what?”
“We are. Time to hit the weight room.”
CHAPTER 10
MAPLE
When I look back atmy life one day and think about the choices I made, good and bad, I’ll remember this moment as one of the worst.
Sweat is dripping down my face.
My legs are noodles.
I have no power left in my body.
And we have two more sets of overhead presses to complete before we’re done.
