Where did you go? (II)

Adonis

Five

Four

Three

Two

One.

With a big exhale, I placed the barbell back into place, feeling my tense and strained muscles relax as the weight of the barbell moved away from my hold. I panted and sat back up, shaking the damp tips of my hair out of my eyes.

I could fucking feel feminine eyes following every movement I make. I did not really mind, but it was fucking annoying somehow. I mopped the beads of sweat along with my temple with a towel and got up to my feet clad in black gym shoes.

Music blared in my ears from my air-pods as I grabbed the black boxing gloves at my side, ready to punch the fucking living shit out of some unlucky punching bag right now. My need to punch things burned like a wildfire inside my veins. I did not have to be pissed sometimes to actually itch to punch something to oblivion till my