Wade’s Workout by Daryl Banner

WADE
I just asked my cocky, demanding, bodybuilder best friend to be my personal trainer.
What was I thinking??

I needed his help.
My acting career was in a rut,
since apparently talent and a pretty face can only carry you so far
if you don’t have a perfect ripped body.
And my other friends Dean and Garret took off to some jock convention
leaving me to deal with this on my own.

Even worse: all of the close, hands-on attention from my hot best friend
is starting to build this strange, indescribable tension between us.
And I don’t know where it’s coming from.

Is it all just in my head?
Or are these intimate, one-on-one workouts revealing something deeper between my best friend and I …
… something I’ve ignored for far too long?