Chapter 23

Camille’s POV

“Geez!” I pressed a button, hoping I would stop the alarm since Asher had moved away to work on his body.

“What did I do? Steal something!” I rolled my eyes, hating the attention it drew to me.

“You have to start it silly,” Asher said reaching over to slap the start button.

“You can configure your stats as you go.”

“My stats?”

“Yeah! Like age and weight. It figures out your calories from there.”

“Where do I insert my DNA and social security number?” I mumbled but kept the roller legs going as I calmed the flashing words and input my numbers, not without some shame after thorough study, and not without several muted swear words, the elliptical and I made peace with each other.

Three college girls worked on bikes next to each other, textbooks in front of them, towels draped across their shoulders. How on earth did legs that thi