46|A Nice Change

~Zia~

I slept better when we came home from our trip. Although my muscles screamed because I was too lazy to exercise, I conditioned myself not to focus on the negative things.

Xavier proved yesterday that he would do what he can to make this relationship work. I can do that too. So here I am in my sports bra and yoga pants, hair tied in a bun, entering the gym with my water canister and gym towel in hand. I planned to get back into shape, but I didn’t prepare to drool over Xavier’s body at 4:30 in the morning.

I knew damn well how fit my husband’s body was. He had proven that on so many occasions, in bed mostly, but I never thought seeing him doing push-ups would arouse me like this. Beads of sweat glisten as they dribble down his toned muscles, the way his chest expands and deflates as he rises and drops to the