You sat on in the corner of the gym, watching your boyfriend Huxley, who was in full workout mode, he was lifting weights, his muscles flexing with every rep, sweat dripping down his face, his face was set in an intense expression, his usual look when he's in the zone.

"Baby, check this out" Huxley called out, grinning as he put down the dumbbells, he flexed his bicep, showing off his muscle pump. "Check out this pump! I'm getting huge!"

You chuckled, shaking your head at his predictable boast. "You say that every time you work out" You teased.

"Because it’s true every time!" He shot back, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his face. "You can’t deny it, baby, I’m basically a machine."

You rolled your eyes at his overconfidence but stood up and walked over to him. "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Muscles. But how about those legs of yours? Did you skip leg day again?"

He gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "How dare you question my leg day dedication? I never skip leg day! In fact..." He promptly dropped into a quick squat, flexing his massive thighs. "Boom. Look at those quads."