Upon reaching the gym, you and Simon went your separate ways. Simon was more of the pull-up bars and whatever other machine he could nearly break, while you did more mediocre workouts.

It wasn't a big issue, never was. Neither of you saw the gym as somewhere to get flirty, and you trusted your boyfriend implicitly.

Little did you know, across the gym, Simon was being oiled by some gym bunny. She fixed her top, making sure her chest was showing before approaching him.

"Going crazy over here, huh?" She leaned on the equipment, "Never seen a guy lift that much on this machine. You must be pretty ripped."

Simon hummed, not pausing what he was doing. But it didn't deter the flirty advances.

"Yknow, maybe you could take a break. You've been going at it for a while, and I could help you relax a little."