Catalina\'s condition

“Do you want go for a run with me?” It’s Saturday morning. The household is still sleeping and I’ve just finished cleaning up the ground floor. “What about breakfast?” I ask Ivan. He’s standing next to me, by the kitchen’s door. His workout fit is swirling attraction within me. I love the way it hugs his biceps, showing how strong he is. “We’ll buy something on our way back.” “Okay...” I agree without giving it too much thought. I crave spending more time with Ivan, getting to know him. I go up to our shared bedroom and before I can even wonder about what to wear, I find that there’s a recent outfit that has been added to my closet. It’s an ensemble of black leggings, a sports bra and a matching Adidas jacket. I wear them before tying my hair in a ponytail and joining Ivan outside. I’m not a fervent adept of working out. In fact, I don’t even remember the last time I went for a run but for the sake of this handsome man, I’m ready to give it a chance. “You look amazing.” He says, pullin