Secret Infatuation
Lovebuggotta love alexalex the terrible face scarmy professor is my alpha mateall he did was step back
"I’ve been meaning to ask—what’s your secret? You barely break a sweat no matter how hard I push you."
I hesitated, the question hanging in the air between us. He meant it casually, probably expecting an answer about protein shakes or a strict routine. But the truth was clawing at the edges of my control, desperate to be let out.
"Good genetics," I said with a tight smile, hoping he’d let it go.
Alex tilted his head, unconvinced. His gaze lingered, searching my face for something I couldn’t let him find. Then, just as the silence began to stretch too long, he nodded.