The lucky guy had his own gym.

There was a treadmill, a stationary bike, a rowing machine, a stair master, various complex machines that no doubt worked every part of the body, and an assortment of free weights.

Sara saw something she did know. And only because her brother had constantly used one at home. Most guys, in fact, used one. It was a barbell. And on either end of it, were very large, very intimidating weights.

Bentley flung his arms out wide. "My next favorite room in the house." He grinned at her. "This is how I stay pretty."

Sara giggled. It's not like the guy really had to try. His face alone was...

"--Look at this," he called, interrupting her thoughts. He lifted the barbell with one hand! He did a few reps before he switched the barbell to his other hand. He performed a few more reps. Then he dropped the barbell onto the ground. The force of the gigantic weights hitting the floor caused the entire room to shudder.

Sara stared in shock at him. No friggin' way he could lift that thing with one hand!!!!!!

She walked over to the barbell and attempted to lift it herself, thinking there was some kind of trick. But she might as well have tried to lift up a car. The barbell didn't budge.

When she glanced up at Bentley, he had an amused look on his face. "Better keep practicing, Sugar. It's gonna take you awhile to catch up to me." He flexed his arm to flaunt his huge bicep.

Sara swallowed loudly. Who was this guy? But she forced herself to smile. "That...that was amazing. You're really strong."

Bentley rolled his eyes. "I have an advantage over other dudes. Most guys probably can't afford this type of sophisticated equipment. Each piece is retrofitted specifically for my body type." He beat his chest proudly.

Sara couldn't help it. She laughed again. He was too adorable. And hot.

Bentley walked over to a punching bag in the corner. He grabbed his gloves off the bench near it, and began to beat the crap out of that poor punching bag. He hopped around the punching bag as he struck it.

"If you're ever in a fight, which I doubt you ever would be. You should ALWAYS protect your face and head." He held up his gloves and showed her how he kept them near his face between punches. "An enemy will likely try to go for your face first. Their goal is to cause you serious harm, and knock you unconscious. So keep yourself protected."

He took off his gloves and held them out to her. "Here, try these on. They will be too big for you, but it's fine."

Sara tentatively took the large gloves from him. They were hot inside as she slipped them over her hands.

Bentley took hold of her waist and guided her over to the punching bag.

Sara closed her eyes briefly. Do not pass out. He's just a boy. HE'S JUST A BOY!