Teach me, Mr Blackwood
And yet, when I stepped inside and my eyes immediately searched for him without my permission, I knew I was lying to myself.
He was already there, standing near the free weights.
He had on a black shirt and grey joggers. Sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms. His back was to me, muscles shifting under the fabric as he lifted.
He looked… solid..
Like he belonged in his body.
But I think Damien looked hotter, I clicked my tongue and looked away.
I was training my back and biceps this time, another workout routine gotten from Poppi, a gym rat I was stalking on I*******m.