Watch Jason work out

Kayla knew it was naughty to watch Jason as he worked out, but all she was doing was looking. It wasn't like she didn't occasionally catch Stuart stealing glimpses at other women, and she'd read in her girly magazines that it was a sign of an unhealthy relationship if you felt you couldn't admire an attractive human being that wasn't your partner.

Jab, jab, uppercut... jab, jab, uppercut... Jason was like a machine as he thundered into the punchbag, each hit threatening to send it flying off its hook. And then he'd drop and do twenty push ups before repeating. A smile crossed Kayla's face as she remembered Stuart's last attempt to improve his strength, which had resulted in him lying exhausted on their lounge floor after somehow completing just seven of them.

Kayla's coffee had long since gone cold as her only focus was on Jason. She could see why Stuart would find him intimidating - not only was Jason six inches taller than her boyfriend but he was considerably bulkier, but in the brief exchanges Kayla had had with him he'd seemed completely friendly.

Jason paused to grab some water, but Kayla's fears that it was the end of the work out changed to delight as he pulled off his shirt and resumed smashing the punch bag. Kayla stared lustily at his toned chest and chiselled abs - his sweaty torso wasn't the only thing that was dripping wet...

In the back of her mind a voice reminded Kayla that she had an essay to write, but she knew her head was not in the right place for anything that required any level of thought.