God. Look at him rippling.
She puffed as she peddled, the beat of the music mixing with the throb in her butt cheeks.
He yelled empowering words, leaning forward on his handlebars, causing his shorts to ride up his muscular thighs.
Those legs. My god.
She caught his eye and he smiled.
She peddled harder while his gaze was on her, hoping she looked okay in her new leopard print shorts. Trying to make it all appear effortless. It wasn’t.
Sera had been working out at Soul Cycle ever since the day she met Chris. She had locked herself out of her apartment and was on the street waiting for a locksmith to arrive, when Chris walked by. He stopped to ask if she was okay. She answered yes and made an awkward joke about what an idiot she was. He tossed his head back and laughed, before saying, “We’ve all done it,” and smiling so bright, Sera nearly gasped.
He asked if he could wait with her and reached into his satchel, pulling out a bag of red liquorice vines. She said, that would be fine, and peeled a vine from the pack, holding it between her fingers, too shy to eat it. He placed a vine between his lips and Sera watched him twirl it, moving it in and out, as they chatted about the weather, and the oppressive summer heat. When help finally arrived, Chris handed Sera a card and invited her to, “Try me out.” He meant his spin class. Sera hoped he meant something else. Four weeks later, and she was the fittest she had ever been in her life.
For Sera, every day revolved around the heart pounding hour she spent with Chris. Hot and sweaty. Grinding. Pumping. Up and down. Bodies glistening. Moving as one.
She arrived at the studio early to make sure she was always in the front row. She remembered the tracks he played and downloaded them, so she could learn the words and sing along. She made a mental note of every moment with him. Every shoulder-squeeze. Every wink. She told herself each day would be the day he would ask her out. And each day, she went home disappointed.
“Great work, guys,” Chris yelled, when the class was over, and everyone was packing up.
Sera slowly pulled her gear together, taking her time, hoping to be the last to leave. She felt her stomach flip as Chris approached.
“You’re looking great, Sera.”
She blushed through her already beet red face. “All because of you, Chris.”
He smiled his bright smile.
I’m going to do it. I’m going to ask him out.
He looked down at her, his sandy blonde hair hanging in his too blue eyes. “Yeah?”
“Um…um…” She sighed. “See you tomorrow?”
“You know you will!” and he squeezed her shoulder and winked.
Sera picked up her bag and hobbled out the door. Every part of her ached.
But mostly… her heart.
© Amy Hutton 2020