Vim Fitness Cambridge Novels & Stories

“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.