“I don’t really work out, I think I’m pretty fit.”

That was what he told you, yet here he was on the work out bike next to you. You could hear how hard he was biking, the sheer concentration on his face as he tried to meet the goal of miles he set for himself. If there was one thing about Xavier, he was going to meet his goals or die trying. But it didn’t escape him how…..distracted you seemed.

“It’s not easy to train. You’re doing a good job.”

Praise from him came naturally, but that didn’t help your circumstances. While you’re used to seeing him in his hunter uniform or a sweatshirt of some kind, you weren’t used to this. Seeing him sweaty, his muscles in his arms on full display as the blond tufts of his hair stuck out of the headband and clung to his forehead like a second skin. It was so mesmerizing that it made it impossible for you to concentrate on your own workout.

“Does this workout require you to get all touchy feely?”

The subtle hint of amusement in his voice didn’t escape your ears, and you realized you were touching his arm without notice. His physique and the way he glistened under the lighting like a shining star did nothing to quell your racing heart. This is going to be a long workout.