Gym Date

Carrie was in a pink leotard; Yaya was in shorts and shirtless. His jet black skin was shiny with sweat. His six pack and strong arms made Carrie weak in the knees. Jesus, she thought, I'm in heat.

He spotted her while she did her weight lifting. She'd always tried to get you out to the gym, but you always mad excuses. She watched Yaya bench 225 a couple of dozen times while she bit her inner cheek. If they had kids, what would they look like? She shook her head. She'd need a cold shower.