"You snuck off to the gym without me, baby?"
Oliver's laughing at you when he says it, over the phone. You shouldn't have picked up, you know how he likes to play, but he makes you moth-like.
When he's not by your side you miss him. It's so embarrassing.
"You get all weird when we go together! I can't even finish my sets before you want to screw me in the locker room."
Most times, you managed to at least get into the parking lot before you pounced on one another. Just thinking about the way he looked at you across the typically crowded room made you want to press your legs together. There was a hunger in his eyes that you'd never experienced from anyone else.
"Just giving you proper motivation, that's all."
It woke up something in you every time.
"But I'm never gonna get myself together if I can't build up some discipline."
A problem for you. A plague all your life. A lack of consistency that prevented you from having so much, but somehow hadn't kept you from having him.
"I can help you with that, easily. Don't worry. I'll discipline you real good."
He was so... you can't help but giggle as you drop into a stretch, getting ready to wrap up your session.
"I mean it. We can start right now."
The lightbulb is so obvious, so dangerous, but you just can't help but start your flight into it.
You think you say okay. Somehow you can feel Oliver's eyes on you.
"Spread your legs wider for me, honey."