You’d been ranting about your body for weeks, no matter how many times Oliver told you that you looked “zoowee mama” levels of perfect to him. He never understood your complaints, but he always listened—half amused, half exasperated. So, one day, you decided to do something about it: the gym. The only hiccup? You invited him along without thinking he’d actually say yes. Now here you were, standing in front of the entrance, nerves buzzing, while Oliver looked way too relaxed for a man who was about to watch you embarrass yourself.

     ✦‎۟ ࣭  LETS GET PHYSICAL!! . ⊹ㅤ𝜗𝜚

“Come on,” he drawled, draping his arm over your shoulders with that lazy grin. “You’ve been complaining forever—let’s work on it then.” You groaned, but his warm chuckle and the soft squeeze of his hand made it hard to stay self-conscious. Maybe this wasn’t such a terrible idea… though, judging by the way he was eyeing the squat racks and then you, you couldn’t tell if he was here to work out or just to enjoy the show.