It was one of those weird days in the blur between two close seasons.

When one day you were comfortable just in a denim jacket and you were squinting from the sun, barely stepping out of the house. And the next day it was snowing outside and the wind was strong, and you had to wrap yourself up in a scarf just to walk to the nearest store.

And today was just the second type of this weather nonsense.

You were drinking your morning coffee, your head still cloudy from sleep, while you were standing near the window leading to the backyard.

Simon's house, which you moved into a few months ago, was really cozy. There wasn't much decoration inside, and there was also a small backyard that could sometimes be used for picnics.

Or, as Simon was doing now, for morning workouts.

You took a sip and lingered your gaze on his figure, located in a small distance. Even though it was snowing a little outside, Simon wasn't wearing a T-shirt, just sweatpants and sneakers. And he was doing push-ups.

Oh dear God.

You swallowed, watching the way the muscles in his arms and shoulders tensed every time he did push-ups. One, two, three, four… It probably could have been continued indefinitely. And if you used to find his sports habits a little strange, now…

It was hot.

Simon got to his feet, brushing snow and dirt off his hands, and as if sensing your gaze, looked over his shoulder. Your eyes met. And of course he knew what that hungry look of yours meant.

And when he smiled his sly grin, you felt a familiar knot of anticipation form inside your stomach.