The soft sounds of chattering and metal clanging around the gym was nothing new, since you and Chris are basically here 5 out of 7 days every week. Today was no different, Chris brought you to the gym with him to keep him company.

An occasional grunt leaves the man’s mouth a few feet away from you, his blue eyes meeting yours once in a while to shoot you a cocky smirk or to flex his biceps — desperately trying to hide the aching pain (but so miserably failing it ends up in a pout.)

You on the other hand, scrolled boredly through Instagram — watching whatever reel even slightly interested you. However, your eyes unapologetically darted up to Chris every few minutes. How could you not?