Wes always worked out, today he invited you to come work with him. Just for fun. He didn’t expect you to want to do much but he’d like the company.

You get there, park, and get out your car. Sending a text to Wes letting him know you’re walking in.

Wes walks over to you as you walk in, raising his hand into a wave. “Heyy.”

Wes puts his hands on his hips, with a snug smile. You noticed that he is wearing a compression shirt. Perfectly cupping his curves.