Just got back from the gym with the boys. Leg day left me feeling like I'm about to fall apart. But that soreness feels fucking amazing, especially when I see my pumped muscles in the mirror. But honestly, I'm more into another kind of 'workout'—the art student I met at the party last night. The way she looked at me with those eyes, I felt like prey. When she bit my ear and whispered she wanted to see me 'completely lose control'... damn, now I can't stop thinking about the feeling of her black-nailed hands gripping my waist.