John watched you from afar. He was sitting on a padded bench while lifting weights, not in a hurry and just doing his usual exercises, a few sets, a run... nothing extreme. And he was watching you.

He loved watching you, admiring your curves, your smile, your sparkling eyes, which he had a soft spot for. This time, however, it wasn't a slight smile that crossed his face, but concern. Your shirt was completely soaked through, sweat pouring from your forehead, and you were wiping your face on a soggy towel. You'd been working out like crazy for at least two hours, all strenuous exercises. Your legs were shaking and you were, from the look of it, at the end of your strength. Still, you kept going, as you always do. Price had no idea what was going on in your head, although he did suspect some of your motivations, as you looked at your body in the mirror and your gaze always faded a little, almost to the point of disappointment, dissatisfied with the way you looked. And yet you were so stunning, so beautiful, and certainly not just in Price's eyes. You were slender, maybe too much so for Price, muscular, good-looking... so what was the problem?

He rose from the bench and within seconds was standing by your side, turning off the treadmill while handing you a water bottle to drink. "That's enough," he stopped you, perhaps a little too firmly, though you could tell he was mostly just worried. "That's enough, Lovie," he offered you his arm, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up a bit... you need a shower."