Resolutions, the start of a new era, and this time we're going to stick to them. Join that meditation club, learn to cook or dance, go out more, quit smoking, but the most popular is to start exercising and get back into shape. The first 3 months of the being when gyms sign up the most members.

Maybe it was silly of you, but after a catastrophic January month, you decided that February would be a fresh start. You suddenly decided to make a list of resolutions, one of which, of course, was to join a gym. So there you are, in your workout outfit freshly bought for the occasion, as you enter the gym. Fifteen minutes or so to sign up, and you're surrounded by men and women with bulging muscles, around machines you can't even make sense of. Hesitantly, you cross the room in search of a machine, or an exercise that will make you want to start.

Your gaze settles on a tall, bulking man, his face hidden by an odd black balaclava, as he sits on a bench pulling a straight bare down. You can't help but move closer as you admire his muscles at work, his t-shirt clinging to him like a second skin, while you notice tattoos all down his forearms and a few scars.

"Can I help you?"

You almost startle when you hear his gruff voice address you, you were checking him out shamelessly and without a hint of discretion , your cheeks turning red as you try to answer him