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*dedicated to the brokenhearted*E I L E E N

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*dedicated to the brokenhearted*
E I L E E N

His brown hair clings to his forehead due to the formation of sweat dripping down his face. The rising of his chest becomes more rapid as he beats the punching bag that hangs from the ceiling. His muscles glisten as sweat trickles down his chiseled back

I bite my lip, watching as each punch becomes more forceful than the last. His face reddens and his jaw clenches as resentment and anger wash over his body. Sliding off the bench I lay my hand on his broad shoulder, making his back tense at my touch. "Knox." I breathe into his ear. "Baby." His back softens at my tone. Circling him I grab his wrists, unclasping his boxing gloves and sliding them off of his hands. He wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly. "Honey, it's okay. Let's go home."

He grabs his gym bag, hoisting it over his shoulder. I wrap my arm around his waist as we head out to my car. He tosses his bag into the back and climbs into the passenger seat. Locking the doors, I lean over the center console and leave a gentle kiss on his lips. A tear slowly slides down his cheek. Wiping it away with my hand, I hold him against my chest.

"I'm sorry, Eileen." He blubbers.

"Baby, don't ever apologize for crying."

Straightening himself, he nods. Leaving the gym we drive in silence until we reach our house. "Go take a shower." I slap his butt. His head snaps to look at me, a grin plastered on his face.

Grabbing my waist he pulls me into his chest. He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips. "I love you."

Trailing kisses down his jaw he lets out a quiet moan, his body melting at my touch. "I love you too. Now go take a shower." Turning around he walks into the bathroom. I take a seat on the end of our bed, watching him undress. Tip-toeing into the bathroom I smack his bare butt.

He jumps forward and swirls around to look at me. "Eileen!"

I giggle into my hands. "Sorry! I can't resist that beautiful butt of yours. It's so round and plump-"

His cheeks turn pink as he blushes. "Do I get to shower now?"

"Yes, yes you can shower now." Walking to the counter, I pull my hair tie out and put it in a jar full of hair ties. Wiping my face with cold water I pat it dry and head back into the bedroom. I grab the clean towels out of the laundry basket and fold them.

"K babe, you can get in." Knox hollers, wrapping a towel around his waist.

He leans against the counter, gazing at me as I pull my sports bra off. I swirl it around my finger and toss it at him, putting on a little show. He grins and bites his lip, oh my-he knows what that lip biting does to me. "Like what you see?"

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