Luke had never really been a gym rat, though he had always stayed in good shape and physical health, he had never really had a role come up where he needed to change his appearance or body shape.

Until he did. And he accepted the role, he was ecstatic he got offered, really. So, like any smart person, he got a trainer, he began bulking and training, watching his back muscles, his arms, his legs, his chest grow (not really his shoulders, they were broad enough, always had been) it was incredible, really.

He knew you were enjoying it too, for a number of reasons: you were happy he was so excited for a role and a new project, that he was trying something new and enjoying it and happy that he was enjoying working out so often, happy that he seemed more confident, you were also enjoying cooking for him to help him bulk up to lose the fat and replace it with muscle, and, like any sane woman, you were obsessed with the muscles.

You would love him at any size, truly, but how could you argue with him when he was looking like a Greek God snack on a silver platter? It truly seemed to be raining men - or masculinity - in your shared flat, and you did leave your umbrella behind.