“Are you gonna make us bust our asses in the weight room?” “I was thinking about it.” “Anything I could do to change your mind?” His lips turn up in a smirk. “You know, I’m not opposed to begging.” “Oh?” I size him up, gaze drifting from the top of his forehead down to the soles of his shoes. “I think I’d like to see that. The Nathan Gunderson, begging on his knees.” “For you? That could be arranged.”
What the hell? This is not even the MMC and he has me giggling, like he has to end up an asshole or she straight up rejects him but sheesh
