Chapter 13

Crayvin

"Official?" I ask, grunting as I set the heavy-duty barbells in my grasp down. I sit at the edge of the weight bench, lean over to grab a white cloth on the floor, and wipe the sweat from my face.

Drew gets off of the treadmill, resting his hands on his narrow hips and throws his head back in exhaustion. His chest heaves with hard breaths and he's sweating as much as me.

It is nice having a best friend being in the same career field as you, especially when it is crucial you stay healthy and in shape. It is also nice when said friend lives in a fancy apartment complex that has a gym that I utilize to my advantage. Normally our conversations were about the woman we slept with the night prior and the crazy, kinky things we would do, or simply discussing fuckheads that we had to deal with work. Today's conversation was far from normal, leaving me baffled beyond comprehension.

"Yeah, I asked her last night," he says with an exasperated