My big brother is the last person I ever want to admit my problem to. It’s embarrassing, okay? No guy wants to, you know, finish too fast. But when he catches me drooling over one of the new trainers at the gym he owns—what? It’s the muscles! I have a type!—I panic and blurt everything out. And since my brother is the best, he instantly offers to help me. Mortifying, right? But also… kind of exciting? And if anyone can help, it’s definitely going to be Wade. Not just because I trust him. Not just because he, um, inspires me. But because he’s the best personal trainer there is. And this kind of training? It starts to get very, very personal…