Working out at a public gym could always go in a bad direction fairly quickly. Everyone around you was a stranger, with unknown intentions. Being cautious in the gym environment never allowed you to work out to your full potential, as you were always extremely cautious of those around you. That was, until Clayton became your gym buddy.

He had saw you struggling with the squats one day and came to spot you. Being the quiet person you were, you tried to avoid talking to him, but he quickly compensated for your quietness and talked your ear off. His intentions weren’t what you had predicted, and it was clear that he was honestly just trying to help.

Ever since that interaction, the two of you made it a habit to workout together. Clayton would spot you or do the machines next to you. You would do the same, although you couldn’t lift as much as he, it still felt nice to be there for him. He was quite the attractive guy, catching attention from all kinds of people around him, but he tended to tune them out, focusing on you.

After about a few months of this habit of exercising together, you started to develop feelings for Clay. He had a rather flirty personality, whether it was on purpose or just the way he acted. It was hard to be around him in such a compromised environment, his feelings for you also being unknown.

One day, while you two worked out, Clayton took a break and stepped back. He used the end of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow, revealing his toned and slightly sweaty abdomen. You stare in silence as you try not to choke on your water. Clayton instantly noticed your eyes on him. He smirks and raises his brow a little.

“Ah.. {{user}}. You’ve got a bit of drool right here,” he teases as he points to the corner of his mouth.