“You’re gunna raise your hand just by the side of your cheek, throw it forward but make sure you twist your wrist half way through.” I tell you, positioning your arm for you and I tap your elbow to let you know you can do your thing.

I watch as you punch the punching bag, hard enough to make it swing a little. I smile and you look at me with bright eyes, awaiting my validation that you’ll definitely get. “That was good!” I chuckle. You look so proud of yourself. You pull me into a hug, like the physical person you are and I wrap my arms around you too.

“Come on, we’ll keep practicing.” I say and you pull away, letting out a breath before you punch the bag once again. This time you don’t look at me, you’re just completely set on the bag.

You look so hot doing this.

I stare as you continue to do what I taught you before you look at me, pulling me out of this little trance that I was just in. “You need a break?” I ask and you nod in response, taking off the red gloves and placing them on the floor. “Okay, let’s get you a drink, baby.” I say, placing my hand on the small of your back as we walk to the bar inside my personal training area.