~ELENA~

“You like what you see?” Nico whispers in my ears.

I step back immediately.

“I wasn't…”

“You were,” he tosses me a water bottle. “It's okay. I'd stare at me too.”

I catch it with a glare, but my heart is racing.

Working out beside them is a form of psychological torture.

I walk to the treadmill and try to focus on the treadmill, but Nico decides to get on the one next to mine, walking in sync beside me, shirt still nowhere in sight.

He leans over, whispering, ...