RAGE: Consume Me || BWWM

11

A week later...

"Do you like working out?" It sounded like a silly question, but Amira wanted to know.

"I do," Rowan nodded as he sat on the bench.

"But doesn't it get boring after a while?"

"No, not really."

"Are you sure? It looks boring."

Rowan chuckled, taking a sip of his water.

"If you don't switch it up, yes, but I keep my regimen loose and not too restrictive. I change my routine weekly, even if it's just a minor difference. My only concern is staying consistent."

"That's nice." Amira wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck. Rowan then darted his fingers under her arms—pretending like he was about to tickle her—and she let go.

"I thought you wanted to try a few things."

"I do."

"Then go grab the ten-pound weights," he instructed. Amira did as she was told, shuffling over to the racks. She then gathered the proper dumbbells and made her way back to him.

"Oh, they're not that heavy."

"You'll feel them in a minute." Rowan walked her through a couple of exercises, showing Amira what to do and correcting her form when necessary. She completed both sets of the first exercise and then the first set of the second exercise when she stopped.

"Keep going—one more set."

Amira whined but quickly did her last ten reps. She rushed through them, not completely following through on the motions, but Rowan praised her anyway. He then stood up and continued his workout.

"Can you do squats?" He eventually asked. Amira nodded as she widened her stance, promptly lowering herself into a squat. Rowan paused for a second to watch her. He appreciated how cute she looked with her spandex shorts and her matching sports bra. Just the sight of Amira gave him some much-needed motivation. And he smiled once he realized she didn't need help—her form was perfect.

"Good," he stated. "Do as many as you can. Keep a steady pace, but do not rush through the movements."

"Okay," she nodded again.

Going slow and steady was more effective for building muscle, but it burned like hell. Amira wanted to impress Rowan, so she pushed herself until her legs went numb. She did fifty full squats, only stopping once before she tapped out.

"Fuck me." She crumbled to the floor.

"Good job, Amira." She did well for someone that hadn't done squats in a while.

She then gave a weak thumbs up in response, rubbing the ache in her thighs. Rowan concluded his workout with some cardio—jumping rope for about twenty minutes straight. Amira caught her breath before she grabbed a fitness mat and started stretching her body. She was extremely flexible, so stretching wasn't too hard.

"How do you jump so fast without messing up?"

"Practice," Rowan stated. Amira stood up and went to him.

"Can I stretch you out?"

Rowan smiled. "Can I stretch you out?" He asked instead.

"Yes, anytime." Amira grabbed his arms and extended them out in front of him. She placed his right hand over his left elbow, pushing inward. Rowan continued the motion, stretching to appease her. He only trained his upper body today, so he didn't need to do any extensive stretches.