"Well...that would be great." Another friend of mine grabbed my elbow and smiled, letting me know she wanted to chat. I looked at Kent and Jen and smiled, pointing over my shoulder. "I should go. It was great seeing you guys though. Call me, Jen, and let me know when I can get the tour." I smiled and then waved at them.

I didn't give them a chance for much of a goodbye before my friend was looking over me and screaming, "Oh my god! You look great! I hardly recognized you! What's your secret?!"

Chapter Two

The following morning I was at the gym, I spotted a guy coming towards the treadmills. He was tall, had blonde shaggy hair, and light colored eyes. He moved up the two stairs to the platform that all the cardio equipment sat on. I saw the top of his shoe drag on the step and take him down out of the corner of my eye. He slid on his elbows right behind my machine. I gasped and turned it off. I turned around as he was pushing off the ground, noting his sleek back muscles just before he stood up and smiled. He held up his elbow to examine the rubber burn.

His eyes were hazel, and he smiled when they found mine. “Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my elbow falling for you.”

I couldn’t help it, I bust out laughing. “Does that really work?”

He grinned and shrugged his broad shoulders, which glistened with sweat under his gray tank top. “We’ll see in a few minutes. I’d like to get to know you.” He waggled his eyebrows, and I scoffed, grinning.

“Wow. I think you need to work on your lines a little more.” I turned around and started my treadmill again.

“Kyle.” He stepped up onto the treadmill next to mine and started running.

“What?” I turned my head to look at him with raised eyebrows.

“My name… it’s Kyle.” He leaned his head over towards me and spoke softly, “This is the part where you tell me your name.”

“Elly.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. I had no idea why I had told him my name, my real name, anyway. “Is this the part where you tell me how you lost your phone number and ask if you can have mine?”

“Oooh, that’s a good one. But no, I was going ask you if you sat in a pile of sugar… because you have a pretty sweet ass.”

I gasped, mouth open wide, grinning.

He winked. “I have lots of cheesy lines, it’s not how I usually do things. I just thought you might appreciate them.”

I smiled, I couldn’t help it. The guy was gorgeous, funny, a little goofy, and he was talking to me.