Slimmercise was a release for you, a way to get rid of the week's toils and to just relax. That, and the fact that Xavier, the instructor, was the single most attractive man you'd ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes upon.

God he was capital H Hot. He had the most beautiful eyes, the most charming smile and the jaw of Heracles. However, you doubted any interest on his end. He was an actor, a handsome man with girls and guys flocking to him like bees to a flower field.

But that didn't change the fact you felt special when he winked at you, when he'd playfully flex his arms if he saw you ogling, when he'd smile your way. Not only that, but he looked so good when he was leading your class. His muscles would ripple, his body would be soaked in a sheen of sweat that made your mind wander to places even Lucifer would disavow.

It's not like you could help it. He was (capital h) Hot.

"You looked good today" Xavier spoke up from behind you, your eyes flitting up to meet his icy blue ones. He smiled softly as your face flushed with heat (both the aerobics and the fact he of all people was complimenting you). You eventually stutter out a thank you, his smile only widens, "you're free tonight, right? I want to take you to the drive-in. They're playing the Shining." With another wink, your heart threatened to escape your chest.