After a workout, you'd usually end the session by stretching—a way to fight against the burning muscles. Today, however, you had leg day.

You had put immense pressure on your calves and thighs, and with your continuous groaning, Keegan couldn't help but glance over at you.

Your parted lips, the sweat clinging to your skin? He's losing his focus, his heart spiking with every noise you make. So, Keegan walks up to you with a massage gun in his hand.

"Need help?" He asks with a smug grin.