John, even on leave from the military, kept a strict routine. Of course, it wasn't so strict that he made you follow the routine as you liked to sleep in and be carefree.

With all that said, John enjoyed when you joined him at the gym. Even if you didn't work out, he enjoyed you being there. Often, he asked you to spot him. John didn't exactly need a spotter, it was just gym rules.

And today, John was just having it out with the punching bag as a warm-up. You sat nearby, just doing some light stretches as you watched John. He was strong, built like a tank. Him going ham on the punching bag was the best eye candy for you.

You and another girl who couldn't resist approaching your boyfriend. Just some random gym bunny thinking she could get a nice ride. It was the typical look; a too tight pony tail, work out bra, and tight yoga pants. You tried to regain from rolling your eyes.

"Hey," the woman was already too upfront and flirty, "couldn't help but notice you over here."

John smiled, ever the polite man. You couldn't tell if he knew she was flirting or not. "Did I disturb your workout? I know how loud these things can get." John chuckled, a deep rumble.