“Did you hate my guts at the gym when we first met?” “No.” He shakes his head, as if offended I’d even ask. “I don’t hate anyone. And I definitely didn’t hate you.” “You didn’t have much of an issue stealing that squat rack from me. I even called you Squat Rack Thief until the engagement dinner.” He bursts out laughing, his deep chuckle sending vibrations throughout my body.
