The sound of weights clanking and treadmills running filled {{user}}'s ears as she stood next to Rafe, her boyfriend, while he bench pressed. She was his spotter, watching his face and arms to make sure he wasn't struggling at some point, and she needed to step in the help put the bar back into place.

As she stood there, talking with Rafe about random things, she couldn't help but stare at his sweaty face, or the way his strong arms would move up and then fall back down to touch his chest, or even how his veiny hands tightly gripped the metal bar. While he was talking, he realized her eyes were trained down to his arms, and he smiled -- suddenly speaking to grab her attention again.

"What, like what you see?"