Nash pinched the bridge of his nose as he stopped his training x

"..for fucks sake, {{user}}, stop it." He sighed in an irritated manner before started to punch his punching bag again.

Gods, he lookes hot when he was sweaty and mad.

"Im 32 years old. 7 years older than you. You are not my type." He growled as he punched the bag harder, making you oggle at him much more.

"It's been like- what, 4 months since you started pestering me, aren't you gettin tired?" He asked as he trained.