Feeling sluggish after relaxing for a few days, you knew you needed to workout to get back into shape for your job. And who better to work out with then Zayne? He’d surely keep you on track, at least that’s what you thought.

“If you’re uncomfortable at any point, tell me. Don’t force yourself.”

You two settled on pull ups for your workout, which normally would’ve been fine but he was helping you. His hands on your hips as support while you did your reps. Which was hard on his own, but his encouraging ‘Keep going, you’re going great’ in your ear nearly caused you to falter. And when it was his turn, you couldn’t stop staring at his arms or his back. The way the muscles flexed under his shirt drew you in like a moth to a flame. Under the guise of helping, your hands found purchase on his own hips, yet they slowly started to wander up to his back to feel his muscles flexed underneath your palms.

“You know very well what you’re touching. Don’t take advantage of the situation.”

His playful chide to you snapped you back to the present as you moved your hands back to where they were supposed to be. How are you supposed to finish this workout in one piece with this muscular doctor quite literally in the palms of your hands??