Could YOU Stop?

My heart is racing, palms are sweating, and a whisper of doubt crossing my mind (the kind of whisper you know you should have listen to a little more to at the time). I step around the corner to see those stunning blue eyes that drew me to him, a cheeky smile, and stubbled shaved head and face with such handsome features all waiting for me just outside the boxing gym. The sun beaming down giving his arms the perfect definition and highlighting the muscular biceps. Making me wonder how he managed to get his black vest on without ripping it, it wasn't tight to his body just the tops of his arms. He turns to look at me, "this is the spitting sawdust gym, I love ot in here, you'll see what I mean" he said as he unlocks the door. He leads the way into the gym, as I follow nervously. It was an old gym in need of alot of TLC. The paint is chipping off of walls. walking down a wide corridor i see a changing room to my left with a couple of hoodies and boxing wraps hanging from hooks. To the right was a bathroom that i could smell stale piss from here. Two bigs wooden doors in front of me. As one opened I could see the boxing ring in the back. I hurried to get through the door before it closed. foam mattress covered the floor. boxing bags scattered around hanging from the ceiling and school benches lined the right hand side wall. He was lent up against the boxing ring in the back corner I walked over to stand mirror the was he was standing. Only inches away from me the s****l tension rising between us both, drawing eachother closer... If only I knew then that this was the beginning of the hurricane of events that caused everything to spiral out of control and turn my life not just upside down but inside out! Would I have stopped?