Stuck In The Garage

Jean quietly pulled the door a little wider to allow herself to just sneak through to see why the light was on. She had never been in the garage; in fact she assumed it was another off limits area like Lucien's mother's studio had once been.

Making absolutely no noise, she peered through and her mouth fell open. Lucien was pulling himself up on a bar in a rhythmic motion. He was dressed only in his shorts, so the scars on his back were clearly visible. Jean had seen the scars; Lucien had shown them to her so she would not be too shocked on their wedding night. Her mouth had fallen open due to the sight of his muscles that were contracting and bulging from his forearms and biceps, to his shoulders and back. Swiftly, he dropped down and started doing pushups.

Although the night was cool, Lucien's skin was sleek with sweat and there almost seemed to be steam rising from his body. He must have been doing these exercises for quite some time. Jean did not know how long she stood there, mesmerized by her finance's body in motion. She was just thinking she finally understood how a country doctor who drank too much maintained such a powerful physique when he turned around and looked her in the eye.

She knew she must have gone scarlet, but she could not look away. She was drawn to his masculinity which was almost animalistic on this night. Although he was covered in sweat and dressed only in his shorts, she found herself moving forward, powerless to stop. It was as if he was a black hole and she was a particle who had crossed the event horizon boundary. She could only keep moving closer and closer to him. She couldn't go back; she was stuck.