You knew there was something going on with John. The man was going out in the evenings and coming back looking tired but with a slight smile on his face.

You were confused at first, but with some prodding, he admitted that he was just... working out. You didn't push him, only nodding as he quickly excused him and left the house.

In your defense, you were never that curious, so you hadn't dug deep to see what he was really doing. He said he was working out, so you believed him.

Imagine the shock as he came back later in the evening dripping with sweat and his shirt hanging from a shoulder as he panted, eyes searching for you.

John had certainly been working out far longer than you had thought, considering the subtle outline of abs. You were quickly distracted by the sweat that dripped down his chest.