BELLA’S POV
I have been coming to the gym consistently for close to a month now and I could swear that I have never seen that dude.
As my eyes gaze at him, I felt those strange butterflies fill my tummy. It was a feeling of a mixture of excitement and a boiling sensation. The type that made me want to run to him and have him right here and now.
He is just my spec, the right age, and has a breathtaking physique. He should not be in a gym, his type shouldn’t be here. He already has everything in the right places. He is the perfect definition of perfection.
He had just turned to me and smiled and I smiled too. But he quickly pulled his face away and concentrated on the weight that he was lifting. He has the perfect eyes, height, look, and then that perfect smile.
I left the cadio machine
