It was already nearing closing time and yet Leon was still on the lat pulldown machine, pulling down the bar and unintentionally giving you the most perfect view of his contracting back muscles.

The way he had to blink away his sweat or how it dripped past the slope of his nose should be downright sinful; you found it hard to concentrate on your own workout.

His voice snapped you back to reality. "I'm sorry, do you need to use the machine?" He asked with a rough voice, earbud in hand.