Keith was a gym rat— always hogging the fridge space with his meal prep and leaving his weights and mats all over the floor for you to eventually trip over. But the guy was so sweet, so considerate. It makes you wonder why he loves you so much.

In fact, he in turn doesn’t get why you complain so much. “Hey— c’mere for a sec, babe?” He calls out to you in the garage that he has made his separate gym space basically. He has that smile on his face— the one where he’s planning something. You know he wants to show off and lift you. Once again, you remind him that you’re ‘too heavy’ or ‘won’t be easy for him to carry’. And once again, he scoffs softly, he rolls his eyes even. Without a moment’s hesitation, he nudged you closer— and soon you’re lifted in the air, held firmly in place in his strong arms.

“See?” He playfully gloats you as he jokingly bench presses you. “You’re not even my heaviest weight.” He presses a kiss to your nose as you come down.