Personal Trainer (or lover?)

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F- Freak you, Mad Red!

There he stood- all muscle bound, wearing nothing but a gray sporty pants, among with white socks and shoes. I couldn't help but stare deeply at his godly abs, which look mesmerizing from every angle.

The man's working his ass off at the Gym, more than I ever did myself. Addicted is not enough to describe him... He's obsessed! He spends most of his day going there, even after his workout, just so he could do more. Try more. Be hurt more.

No pain, no gain.

It was something to astound me on and on: How can you betake to suffering? Why do you purposely want to be tormented from such thing? What will does it gives you to do so nonstoply?
But I then understood... it all connects to what it makes you feel subsequently.

Joy. Happiness. Proudness. Satisfaction.

And really so, I can see how it affects him positively. When he's causing a good storm, anybody else would be lighten up.
That's just one of his many characters which people lose their hearts for.

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Luckily for me, he was way too far to notice my contemplation toward him. The headphones that were placed on his messy hair signed that he centered on the music alone. Anyone who knows him can tell that a good game comes with a good music.
It's the perfect match.

Speaking of which...

"Hey, Aladin. Looking charming as always." Tugging on his shoulder and turning him into a warm hug, I eased on the tense that took over us ever since the last meeting. I've missed his embrace. Whenever his strong arms caressing me, all of my worries fade away in a trice.

"Princess. Mhm, what's that smell? Is it the perfum I brought for you last year?" Aiden mumbled into my neck, filling my stomach with plenty of butterflies. As much as I enjoy this, I could never get used to it.

"You gussed it. I'm saving it up for peculiar events only... And I figured this one counts too. I mean, since when did we last worked out together?" I admitted with a slight urge to dribble. I always looked up to ball games, but was never the best of it. I was a horrible player, indeed, and did not want everyone to see that as well.
Including Aiden.

"Well... never?" He mulled this through. Seeing as I'm ready to vie him with the ball in my hands, dressed up with a sportsmanlike red set, he was left with an impression. It's been a while since he saw my determined, eagered side, wanting to kick in. Especially with that adding cloth, I must say...

I thought it wouldn't fit me at this level. But I guess I'm wrong.

"You know the rules, right?" He teases.

"Watch for yourself." I wasted no second left and covered ground to his area, zooming in the flying basket. Was it always high? Or is it just me and my shortness?

"And... Oh my god!"
Just as I intended on drowing the ball, the image of Aiden stood right infront of me. I was highly concentrated on the way forward, that I haven't notice anything around it. "Mind moving a little?"

"Why, am I getting in your way..?" He contemptuously uttered, let alone picking a quarrel by a wink. In light of the fact that he's taller than me, it toughen me to overpower in similar cases.

"Yes, actually.... Gladly step back. You don't want to let me down this fast, don't you?" I hoped to win him over, even for the slightest bit.

"No need to when you're short already." His annoyingly vanquisher smile spreaded on his lips, which soon got wet by him lapping his tounge up.