Asha
I am staring, and I can’t stop. He is absolutely flawless. My common sense was telling me to avert my gaze but s**t, no one can look away from that. He f*****g took off his shirt! It’s not fair!
I don’t have a mind of steel. I am not invincible to this! I find the man sexy as f**k with his clothes on. Lord, have mercy.
I watch his muscles flex and extend as he benches more than I weigh. I wonder if he can move me up and down that easily. My thoughts are headed a dangerous direction. f**k!
It takes every fiber of strength, but I tear my gaze away. I take sudden interest in the exercise bike that faces away from the bench press. Without another thought, I go and jump on. I start pedaling away, not bothering with a warmup. I am probably going to pay for this tomorrow but maybe the
