Awake and Alive – Skillet
Fang did pull-ups, the music blasting through his room. Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine. It was just repetitions. Fang's muscles rippled as he closed his eyes and went faster. The sweat trickled down his forehead and down his exposed torso.
"Fang, turn it down!" Max yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
"Make me!" He called back. He heard footsteps up the stairs and he smirked, going even faster than before.
"Fine, I'm going to— whoa." She muttered and Fang resisted laughing. He and Max had been dating for at least a year and she still wasn't used to seeing his abs. They were pretty awesome though.
He hopped down and walked over. "Like what you see?" He asked cocking an eyebrow.
"Don't flatter yourself." She scoffed, but faltered. "Okay, maybe I do."