Gym

Like so many other mornings you decide to hit the gym.

You walk into the kitchen to grab a pre-prepared protein shake before heading back to the bedroom. Sipping your shake you stand infront of the wardrobe deciding on what to wear. You put on a Calvin Klein thong as well as a matching sports bra. Grabbing a couple of clothing from the next drawer, you throw on a white tight-fitting top exposing your stomach and a pair of black running shorts.

Before heading out the door you grab a water bottle and put on your running shoes. The run is short but exhausting as it's mostly up hill.

The gym is practically empty with only a few addicts like yourself. Feeling warmed up from the run you begin your usual workout schedule.

Some time has passed and you notice more people has started showing up. You're currently working on your glutes. Holding a dumbell you start doing squats. In the corner of your eye, you spot a couple of guys staring, but you pay them no mind as they're probably just looking at your form.

"That's a nice form you have there," you hear before turning your head to see a man with some sizable muscles and chestnut brown hair. "Uh. Thanks" you answer feeling extremely awkward.

"I don't think I've seen you here before. First time?" He asks

"No, I've been coming here religiously for the past six months" you snap back at him.

"That's odd, I'm pretty sure I would have noticed you before. I mean god damn!" He says widening his eyes and nodding in agreement.

"I dont think Ive seen you either, are you a regular or..?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I work here," he reaches out with his hand to greet you "names Glenn but people around here just call me Mikey." You give him a confused look.

"Don't ask" he remarks.

"Nice to meet you Mikey," you say while shaking his hand "people call me Juliette."

He chuckles slighty before snapping his fingers "Welp Juliette I'm gonna leave you to it. Call me if you need anything."

You cant help but look at Mikey as he walks away from you. His nicely toned muscles is outframed through his thin clothing. The muscles flex and contract with every step he takes. You catch yourself staring and **** yourself to look in another direction. You make eye contact with the two guys who was checking you out before. They awkwardly look away.

After spending almost an hour in the gym you call it quits and head home.