Vim Fitness Cambridge Novels & Stories

"You’re funny Val really funny. Come on let’s get a drink before we got the gym to work out." She smiled they went into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water, swigging it before they went to the gym here all the wieghts and all kinds of mechines were in their for their fitness program. "You'll have you own fitness instructor." He Informed me. "Once he can see what you can do you’ll have a fitness regeem like all of us." He was right I had an appointed fitness instructor to see what I was cable of and how hard I could push my self.

Unfortunately, that simple request was taken away by one heavy ice boxes that teenage boys cannot carry. "Should we use our magic?" Asked the girl hopefully. "No, Marielle, we're already running out of it," Said Ms. Norman rubbing her forehead. "Let me think of something." She added taking a deep breath. "I could help," Volunteered Cameron. "I'm a hybrid and I've been hitting the gym for quite some time now," He stood up from the bench as a male student passed by and looked down at his fitted shirt. He whistled. "Well dang, six pack," The student said as Ms. Norman cleared her throat giving him a hint.

He’d been too busy to drink anxiety into compliance. Trina stood at the window with her camera strap slung across her shoulder, the city bright and indifferent beneath her. Mya sat cross-legged on the couch with her phone face down, a gentle reminder to ignore the bait. Keith leaned in the kitchen doorway, arms folded, playing perimeter without making it a performance. At 11:57, Cameron’s name flashed on Trina’s screen with a video: his face half in frame in a studio booth, eyes fierce. “I’m standing by,” he said. “Say when.” Underneath, a banana-bread emoji. Trina smiled despite herself.

He snarls, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, raising his eyes to look at something over my head. "Don't be such a grouch. Let's go to the free weight section." I say and go to walk over, but Devin tugs me back. Hot gym guy walks over to us, and I straighten. "Afternoon, my name’s Mario. I'm a fitness coach here. Is there anything I can assist you with at all?" He says, staring into my eyes and I find myself swimming in them. They’re so green and pretty, it mesmerises me. "No,"

The sky was starting to lighten with the first hints of dawn, the sun beginning its slow ascent. She walked through the hallways, making her way to one of the gyms on the first floor, determined to avoid any chance encounters with Dexter or Phoenix. As she approached the gym, the rhythmic sound of fists striking a heavy bag reverberated through the corridor. Inside, Felicity was in the midst of a rigorous workout. Her punches were sharp and precise, each strike causing her arm muscles to flex powerfully. Her defined four-pack abs rippled with each movement, glistening with sweat that dripped down her brown skin. Astrid couldn't help but admire Felicity's dedication; it was no wonder she was

He cannot move his bare fingers. [Hello hot streamer] [Hello, please notice me] [What is your information about Bussage International School?] Sam blinks twice as his hands are typing right now. [Hello, how may I help you?] His introvert side is now kicking in as the CEO is observing him. He is amazed by how the viewers of him are now growing. Cameron sips some coffee on his mug and watching his streamer on an anonymous account. He is typing his message. [Please tell us about yourself.]

Walking past the workout room for the 3rd time this week I quickly peek in looking for Faith. The past two days she has skipped her usual running club workouts. Thankfully I was able to see and speak to her all week as Cameron but she still refuses to respond to my messages as Izzy. Thank God there are so many different apps for messaging and calling people and that I had the foresight to use those in place of my real phone number as Izzy. It was much less stressful giving her my number as Cameron knowing she wouldn't be able to discover my secret. At least not based on messages and phone calls.

My fingers tapped the screen, selecting the gym cameras. And then I saw him. A slow smile spread across my face, easing the tension that had been coiled tight within me. Tristan was running on the treadmill, his blond hair plastered to his forehead, sweat glistening on his sculpted muscles. His body moved with a fluid grace, each stride a testament to his raw power. My eyes lingered on the curve of his ass, the way his shorts clung to him with each movement. I imagined the sting of my hand against his flesh, the way he’d arch against me, begging for more.

“You coming?” “Yeah, in a moment,” Cameron told him and watched as Heath walked back to the hot tub. Heath was golden brown, the type of tan that Cameron envied. The last couple of seasons of football and hitting the home-gym had begun to fill out Heath’s shoulders and swell his biceps and thighs with muscle. Watching him walk in just his close-fitting cotton shorts reminded Cameron of watching a horse, muscle shifting beneath the glossy hide, power and grace combining into beauty.

“So, things are going to be pretty fast-paced here. We’ll start by getting you dressed in some Freya sports gear. Then we want to get some shots of you with all of that equipment over there.” She motioned toward the stage, where they had set up a stationary bike, some weights, and an in-home gym just a bit too close together for my liking. “Yeah, uh, should all that equipment be set up so close together?” I asked, pulling on a loose strand of hair. “Don’t worry, they won’t interfere with any given shot,” Chrissy said nonchalantly. Not exactly my point, but okay, I thought. If they didn’t have any safety concerns, I supposed that I shouldn’t, either.