(Ash POV)
Jonathan punches the bag harder and faster as I watch him from the doorway.
Tiny droplets of sweat drip down his forehead and on his bare chest. Each muscle was clearly defined and I was starting to get hot just watching him.
He keeps going for a good ten minutes of hard punches until his knuckles start to bleed then turns and sees me, taking out his earbuds he takes a breather.
"Sorry, I didn't see you." He coughs a little and takes a sip of water.
"Who pissed you off?" I ask, not wanting to come any closer.
"Huh?" He takes out the other earbud and rubs his shoulder.
"It looked like you were imagining the poor punching bag was an actual person," I say again and he nods while taking another sip.
"Actually I was thinking of you and got a little carried away." He laughs and I frown suddenly terrified.
"I wasn't thinking of hitting you just you in general...ugh nevermind. What brings you over here?" He asks as he sits on the bench and wipes the sweat from his brow with a towel.
"Nothing I was just...walking around." I shrug and he smirks.
"You were checking on me? You're so cute." He laughs and I roll my eyes.
"No you big idiot, I was just walking around after putting the twins to bed when I stumbled in the door." I lied.
He shakes his head and I walk closer to him, the bright light from the gym revealed the scars across his chest, I had seen them before but never actually paid attention to them.
He traces the direction of my eyes and looks down.
"Ah, don't ask. I don't like to remember."
He says and takes another gulp of water.
"There's one I do remember from you, wanna see?"
He lifts his arm and on his left side, there's a zigzagging scar going from his hip bone to his armpit.
"When we jumped from that bridge I caught you, and you almost smashed your head against a rock. But I was able to turn you around just in time. However, I was stuck with this nasty scar when I had to choose between it being you or me scraping against the rock."
He says and I gently reach out with my pointer finger and trace the scar, feeling his rough skin on my finger tip.
"Jonathan..."
A small whisper escapes me. He looks at me while putting his arm down and takes my hand in his.
"I really hope Finley is more like you,"
I admit in a soft voice and his thumb gently rubs small circles on my hand.
"Really? I was hoping he would be more like you." He says and gently kisses my hand.
I snap back to reality and shake my head.
"God Jonathan, you're so cringey."
I laugh as I pull my hand away and he laughs too.
"You're telling me, I thought we were having a moment."
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Romansa"Of course I told them everything! From your dick size to the type of coffee you drink in the morning," Johnny and Ash have been cursing each other out with their aggressive humor since before they can remember. And when Jonathan becomes a widow wi...
