Disclaimer – Original characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, plot lines and characterizations, all belong to Aurora, copyright February 2015.

Chapter 9

Ten minutes in and I'm sweating more now than I did for the whole of my stint on the treadmill. The sweat is seeping into the corners of my eyes and boob sweat became a problem a long, long time ago.

As much as Boxer Hunk is perspiring in front of me (is it even fair for him to look that good whilst sweating so profusely?!) he doesn't look a bit worn out, like he could go on for hours. I watch him run his fingers through his glorious mop of hair and want to be the ones pulling on those strands, preferably when we're not at the gym.

He's stretching now and its physically painful carrying on when I want to just stand there and watch him, luckily I don't because that would be weird. Instead I close my eyes, grit my teeth through the last five minutes and tell myself that each workout I finish is me being one step closer to the person I want to be.

Joy.

Thank you for all your kind words and support, I'm going to try and update a couple of times a day on weekdays and maybe even at the weekend too.

Happy Monday!

-Aurora