As Lance spotted Edwin on the bench press, he found himself mesmerized by the actor's form. The way Edwin's muscles tensed and relaxed with each rep, the determined set of his jaw, the slight sheen of sweat on his brow – it was all Lance could do to focus on his spotter duties and not get lost in his admiration.
"Damn, Kasper," Lance panted as they finished a set of squats, his eyes inadvertently trailing over Edwin's toned physique. "If acting doesn't work out, you could always join me on the field. You've got some serious stamina."
Edwin wiped the sweat from his brow, grinning. "Thanks, but I think I'll leave the tackling to you. I prefer my bones unbroken."
As they moved to the treadmills for a cool-down jog, Lance couldn't resist a bit more playful flirting. "You know, Edwin, we mak
