Foreman felt restless and edgy in the silence, but as far as he could tell, Amber's irritation with him was low-level enough that she'd decided not to confront him and shout him down in front of everyone working out. She'd never hesitated to yell or walk away from him when she was angry before, and she'd agreed to stay with him through his bad mood. It was like trying to keep balanced in an earthquake--Foreman had no experience with someone who tried to ride out his moodiness. Claire always used to throw up her hands in disgust and leave him to it. But Amber kept following him, even though there were plenty of opportunities for her to leave him to stew.
After opening his bag, Foreman skinned out of his jeans and tugged his sweater over his head. Amber was dressing quickly and efficiently, but that didn't stop Foreman from watching in the mirror in front of her. Yeah, he could see she was pissed off, but he also loved the sight of her body. Whether they were having sex or not, she was amazing; she'd mentioned going to the gym once or twice before, too, and Foreman liked that she kept in shape. That she was willing to challenge him at sports. He felt a faint smile, his first since he'd brought up his mom for no good reason. Amber would be willing to challenge anyone at anything--but he still liked it.
Foreman pulled on his shorts and his tearaway warm-up pants, then a dark grey t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. Helped keep his arms free for weight-lifting, but it didn't hurt that he also got to show off a bit while he was out on the gym floor. The place was co-ed; Foreman had scored a few dates here. Not something to be thinking about today. Foreman bounced a bit on his toes, his energy coming up as it always did here. He was starting to feel better. Some stretching, maybe a four or five mile run, and he'd probably be back to the point he'd been at before all his own stupidity came crashing down on his head. "You want to stretch?" he said. They could help loosen each other up. It was an overture, anyway. If Amber didn't, they still had their court time in half an hour; Foreman could wait until then to touch her.
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After opening his bag, Foreman skinned out of his jeans and tugged his sweater over his head. Amber was dressing quickly and efficiently, but that didn't stop Foreman from watching in the mirror in front of her. Yeah, he could see she was pissed off, but he also loved the sight of her body. Whether they were having sex or not, she was amazing; she'd mentioned going to the gym once or twice before, too, and Foreman liked that she kept in shape. That she was willing to challenge him at sports. He felt a faint smile, his first since he'd brought up his mom for no good reason. Amber would be willing to challenge anyone at anything--but he still liked it.
Foreman pulled on his shorts and his tearaway warm-up pants, then a dark grey t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. Helped keep his arms free for weight-lifting, but it didn't hurt that he also got to show off a bit while he was out on the gym floor. The place was co-ed; Foreman had scored a few dates here. Not something to be thinking about today. Foreman bounced a bit on his toes, his energy coming up as it always did here. He was starting to feel better. Some stretching, maybe a four or five mile run, and he'd probably be back to the point he'd been at before all his own stupidity came crashing down on his head. "You want to stretch?" he said. They could help loosen each other up. It was an overture, anyway. If Amber didn't, they still had their court time in half an hour; Foreman could wait until then to touch her.