Kiss-Fist

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Whoever convinced me to join the gym needs to be hung, drawn, and quartered. Or, at the very least, suffer with a pillow hot on both sides every night, because this? This is terrible. Running? No thank you. Lifting? Who needs biceps anyway. Now, I will say the eye-candy is nice. Especially my new personal trainer with the tattoos and dimples. But that's all he can ever be: eye candy. Because he's fit and I'm not. He's gorgeous and I'm, well, me. He's hearing...and I'm Deaf. For some people that might not be an issue, but for me, I have rules. And I'm a stubborn man who will not break them, not even for that sexy crooked smile that almost makes me forget my own name. But I don't date men who can't speak my language, and while we can say plenty with our bodies, that's where our communication ends. Still, the longer I spend with him, the more I'm starting to realize there may be more to this relationship than frantic, feral office hook-ups. After all, he might be the first hearing person to learn sign for ...