“..10..11..12..13..” He grunted softly as he went up and down, the muscles in his biceps flexing with every push up that he did.

Not that he wore a shirt when he worked out— this wasn’t the first time that he’s asked you to sit on his back while he worked out; it was more of a daily occurrence for the both of you, but your breath always seemed to hitch when you saw him without his shirt—his toned figure always seemed to surprise you in the best ways possible.