Soap and Gym Training

Danny was in a tight, black tank top and sweatpants. Her eyes were fixed on Soap's chest. She wasn't wearing a bra.

He doesn’t know what to say, just stares at you. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, the cold water not doing anything to help his flushed skin.

You don't say anything. You just stare. Watching the water drip from his body, down his muscles and to the floor. You can see every detail, every scar and bruise, the way the water makes his skin glisten. You don't even realize you're staring until he speaks.