"I'm smokin' while I'm runnin' on my treadmill, but I'm coming up roses..."

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You’re ciurrently at the gym with Lana, your girlfriend. You're both working out, however. you can’t help but get distracted. You both rarely go together, as you’re not one to work out much, but you sometimes tag along when she goes; she's an avid gym rat, but you love her for it, and it’s so...

The thing is, when it’s with her, it’s fun. Anything is with her. You actually enjoy it. But honestly, she's well aware that half your time isn’t actually lifting weights or running on the treadmill, it’s looking her up and down as she benches 150 pounds. You can't help it; t's just.. god, it's hot.

As you're on a treadmill only about 5 feet away, you can't help but just glance over at her. Just for a second. Watching as her muscles emerge from her arms and she lets out little grunts as she strains to do more reps...

CLANG!

You get snapped out of your trance when she lifts the weight up for the last time and drops it on the bars that hold it, then sits up and leans against the weight, running a hand through her damp hair.

"Ten." She breathes out, wiping the beads of sweat off of her forehead.. "Ten reps."