freezing in the doorway, you openly gawk at your boyfriend as if you’ve never checked him out before.

his muscles tense up with each rep, sweat glistening on his skin, his hair wet.

the tattoos and scars make him look terrifying as he clanks down the bar and sits up, intense blue eyes clashing with mine in the mirror.

his face is red from exercising, and you drag your gaze from his face, all the way down his body. he's been working hard the last few weeks and is already building his muscles. he only has shorts on.

you gulp. you weren't there when I woke up. you hug yourself. i got worried.

he wipes his face and hair with a towel and tosses it aside then turns the music low. i had a meeting and needed to clear my head after it. he's breathless, his voice strained from his workout. i should have told you.

going by how swollen his muscles are, he's been working out for hours.