Derek was currently trying to whip me into shape with the alpha pack coming into town. So right now we were in the loft working out and I will say I'm fit but I'm not that fit. I came into the loft wearing yoga pants and my jacket with my sports bra on underneath and he was just in his joggers and shirtless. Derek and I were dating for about three months and hot damn my boyfriend has got some abs.
"Are you ready for this y/n?" he smirked.
"No, but I'm ready to watch you do it." I smiled.
"Haha nice try." he smiled sarcastically and I groaned.
"Come on we've got to be in shape if we can even think about beating the alpha pack."
"Fine. Let's get this over with." I gave him a quick peck then walked over to the 'gym'
After about 20 minutes of working out i.e. push ups, pull ups, and squats.
"Okay let's see how good you actually are tuff guy." I walked over to Derek while he was doing push ups and sat on his back. His pace decreased slightly but he was still crushing it.
"Okay okay, do it one handed." This caused him a struggle but he was still going strong.
"You suck." I pouted.
"I'm sorry I'm so good."
"Whatever." I sighed and got off him.
"Come on to you've got to work too." He said.
"I know Derek I'm trying." I sassed.
"Well try a little harder." he said but I could tell he was joking.
"You are so lucky I love you."
"I know I am." he smiled like an actual smile. He came up and kissed me.
"Enough though I love you, we've got to get to work." he said after we pulled away.
"Fine. I bet I'll beat you in sprints." I smirked.
"Your on." he smirked back at me. I ended up winning! And you sure bet I rubbed it in his face for as long as I could.
