Jules
When I got home, Ryan was on the living room floor doing push-ups… shirtless, just a pair of black shorts on. I froze in the doorway, my eyes snagging on the incessant flex of his muscles, the sheen of sweat catching the light across his back and shoulders.
For a second, all I could do was stare with my mouth dropped open.
Before I could gather a single coherent thought, he pushed up from the floor in one smooth motion, and I could see his muscles tightening and releasing as if it cost him nothing. The room felt warmer… too warm if you ask me, and I instinctively stepped back into the shadows of the hallway, hoping he wouldn’t turn around and catch me shamelessly watching him.
My heart thudded against my ribs, loud enough that I was sure it echoed, and I pressed a hand to my c
