Chapter 11

“Just say I wanted a training partner, that I’m trying to get fitter. And you wanted that too, so we decided to train together.” Brenton shrugs.

“Maybe I’ll say I’m trying to bulk up,” Zeke says, poking his toned, flat, but not overly defined stomach. He’s pretty skinny, even though he takes care of himself. He’s built muscle, but he’s not bulky, and he’s nothing like Brenton, who looks quite intimidating.

“You don’t need to bulk up. You look fine the way you are,” Brenton says dismissively.

“Thank you, but working out more often won’t hurt me. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, then?” Zeke asks.

“Yes, if you’re really sure you don’t mind.” Brenton still looks like he doubts that Zeke means his offer.

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I weren’t okay with it. Now, I’ve got a few things to do. Text me the time you want to meet, so I can set an alarm,” Zeke says, getting back up.

Brenton leads the way to the front door. “I’ll see you for our run,” Brenton says at the door.