Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 436

Abby

I wake up early the next morning, determined to start my training with Karl.

As I make my way to the home gym, a mixture of excitement and nerves courses through me. Karl is already there when I walk in, and the sight of him stretching leaves me momentarily breathless.

His shirt clings to his muscular frame, and the way he moves is both graceful and powerful as he stretches. I try not to stare, but I can’t help it. He catches my gaze in the mirror, his eyes meeting mine, and a small smirk plays on his lips.

“What are you waiting for?” he asks, his voice low and inviting. “Come on in and start stretching. We’ve got work to do.”

I blink, realizing I’ve been standing there like a deer caught in headlights. Gathering my composure, I step into the gym and begin to stretch over on a mat.

“So,” Karl says as he approaches, “are you ready for your first day of training?”

“Sort of,” I say with a slight chuckle. “It’s been a while. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I trained like this.”

Karl smirks and sits down beside me. Our knees touch as we stretch alongside each other. “I’ll only go a little hard on you,” he teases. “Oh, and by the way, you’re not gonna stretch your hamstrings properly if you keep doing that.”

I frown as I look down at myself. “What’s wrong with the way I’m doing it?”

Karl sighs, and without a word, he gets up and puts his hands on me. “It’s like this…”

My heart pounds in my chest as his hands guide me, his touch gentle yet firm. I can’t help but wonder if he’s playing up our attraction to distract me from the fact that he announced a fake relationship at the party without ever discussing it with me.

It’s a thought that lingers in the back of my mind as I try to focus on my training, but I also can’t deny the fact that I’m horribly, undeniably attracted to him right now.

When we’re finished stretching, Karl stands up, placing his hands on his hips.

“Alright, now that that’s done,” he says, “let’s do some warmups before we officially get started.”

I nod, grateful for the chance to shift our focus away from the charged atmosphere that has just unwittingly developed between us. “Sounds good,” I reply, trying to sound more confident than I really feel at the moment.

Karl demonstrates the first exercise, a set of burpees. He moves with ease, his body a well-oiled machine. “Start with these,” he says. “It’ll get your heart rate up and your muscles warm.”

I follow his lead, but I can’t help but feel self-conscious. I always hated burpees. My movements are stiff and awkward compared to his fluid motions. I can see the hint of a smile on his face as he watches me, and it gives me a pang of annoyance.

“Is something funny?” I ask, trying to hide my irritation.

Karl shakes his head, his smile widening. “Not at all,” he replies. “I’m just impressed with your dedication, that’s all. You’re doing great.”

His praise makes me blush, and I start pushing myself to keep up with the exercises a little bit better. We move on to high knees, and I struggle to lift my knees as high as Karl does. He doesn’t say anything, but his encouraging nods keep me going.