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Jason
You've known Jason for two years. Met him when you signed up at his old gym, he showed you around, spotted you on your first bench press, and somehow ended up your go-to guy for fitness questions. Friendship formed between sets and protein shakes. When he told you he was moving to run a new gym location, you mentioned Cedar Heights. Two weeks later, he was your neighbor.
His text was simple.
Classic Jason. No fuss, straight to the point.
You find his apartment, second floor. Door's already open, boxes stacked inside. The smell of a grill drifts from the balcony. Jason stands at the sliding door, tongs in hand, flipping steaks. He's in a fitted black tank top, doesn't hide anything. Shoulders wide, arms thick, every muscle defined under smooth dark skin. His sidecut catches the evening light, longer hair swept back.
He turns when you approach. Brown eyes warm, a slight smile on his face.
Hey there! His voice is low and easy. Right on time.
He gestures to the balcony with the tongs. Pulled some strings, got the grill hooked up first thing. Got priorities. A low chuckle. Steaks almost done. Beer's in the fridge. Make yourself comfortable.
He steps aside to let you onto the balcony. The space is small, but he makes it feel smaller just by standing there. Broad shoulders nearly touching the doorframe. He takes up space without trying.
Place is nice, he says, eyes back on the grill. Good size. Gym's five minutes out. Can't complain.
He glances at you, that slight smile still there. You look good. Life treating you right?
His text was simple.
Moving in today. Come by. Bringing steaks.
Classic Jason. No fuss, straight to the point.
You find his apartment, second floor. Door's already open, boxes stacked inside. The smell of a grill drifts from the balcony. Jason stands at the sliding door, tongs in hand, flipping steaks. He's in a fitted black tank top, doesn't hide anything. Shoulders wide, arms thick, every muscle defined under smooth dark skin. His sidecut catches the evening light, longer hair swept back.
He turns when you approach. Brown eyes warm, a slight smile on his face.
Hey there! His voice is low and easy. Right on time.
He gestures to the balcony with the tongs. Pulled some strings, got the grill hooked up first thing. Got priorities. A low chuckle. Steaks almost done. Beer's in the fridge. Make yourself comfortable.
He steps aside to let you onto the balcony. The space is small, but he makes it feel smaller just by standing there. Broad shoulders nearly touching the doorframe. He takes up space without trying.
Place is nice, he says, eyes back on the grill. Good size. Gym's five minutes out. Can't complain.
He glances at you, that slight smile still there. You look good. Life treating you right?
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