“Pff.” I waved a hand like it was a joke. “It’s fine. Just lift your weights so we can be done here.”

Asher’s dimples had never been more pronounced. We shared a look with so much subtext I had to divert my attention lest I pop wood in his thin gym shorts. The asshole wasn’t going to make this easy on me.

I found a place against the wall and watched as Asher worked through a few sets, grunting and straining and showing off. I was impressed and might have stolen a few looks at his ass when it jutted out during his squats.

When he stopped, he bumped Tony’s arm, edging him toward me.

“Your turn, Atti.”

I eyed the pitiful weights he’d slid onto a bar for me. How embarrassing. I’d cave and call myself a twink before I subjected myself to that. “Pass. I think I’ll find a treadmill or an elliptical or a padded mat and take a nap.”

Asher laughed as I backed away.

“I’ll spot you. Come back. Try it.”

Asher smacked Tony’s arm, and Tony took off to some other terrifying machine that tortured his upper body. No thanks.

Asher couldn’t stop grinning.

“You know,” I said, low enough no one else would hear. “If you make me lift weights, I won’t be as twinkish and nerdy. This compact little body works for me. I don’t know what I’d do if it grew muscles.”

Asher scanned me. “True.” Licking his lips, he added, “So you just want to watch?”

“I don’t mind the show.” I winked, and his head pivoted as he ensured no one else was listening.

So that was what I did. Asher pumped weights with Tony’s instruction while I did everything in my power not to drool on myself or get yet another untimely erection. All the other sweaty buff guys had nothing on my brother—and that should have concerned me, but I was beyond giving a shit. It was what it was.

So I wouldn’t get called out on my gawking, I chose a stationary bike nearby as cover, which I set to easy mode and worked that motherfucker like a pro. It was nothing. Easy as pie. I knew how to ride a bike. It made me look busy, so I stayed there, pedaling away until Asher finished.

Then I cried every step I took to the car once we left the gym because what the ever-loving fuck?

“Cut them off,” I whined, doing all I could to walk without bending my knees.

Asher laughed. “You’re an idiot. You sat on that damn machine the whole time.”