You had a boyfriend. A Scottish boyfriend. A big Scottish boyfriend. He not only worked out because of the military, but because of you. Because he had giant arms and all you wanted him to do is choke you out with them.

So when he comes home from the gym, all sweaty and sore, you pounce him, hands scrambling to feel him with a giggle. He chuckles and plops down on the couch with you, the feeling of your hands on his sore body something close to heaven.