"Preparing for Battle"

As I stood in the doorway, I couldn't help but watch as Jey began to get ready for his wrestling match. He walked into his room, his movements fluid and confident, and started to change into his gear. I felt a flutter in my chest as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his chiseled physique. My eyes widened as he began to put on his wrestling singlet, the tight fabric accentuating his muscles. God, he was sexy. I couldn't stop looking at him. Every movement he made seemed to showcase his strength and agility. I felt a surge of pride knowing that he was mine, even if it was just for a short time. Jey caught my gaze and smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I felt my face heat up as I nodded, my eyes locked on his. "You look... impressive," I stammered. Jey chuckled and walked towards me, his movements fluid and confident. "Impressive?" he repeated, his voice raised in mock offense. "Is that all I am?" I shook my head, feeling a smile spread across my face. "No, you're so much more than that," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Jey's smile softened, and he reached out to pull me into his arms. "I'm glad you think so," he said, his voice low and husky. As we stood there, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. I knew that Jey had a match to win, and I didn't want anything to happen to him. I pushed the thought aside, not wanting to ruin the moment. Jey pulled back and looked at me, his eyes serious. "I have to go," he said, his voice firm. I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. "I know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Jey smiled and pulled me into a quick kiss. "I'll be fine," he said, his voice reassuring. "I'll call you after my match." I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement at the prospect of hearing from him. As Jey turned to leave, I couldn't help but watch him, my eyes locked on his broad back. I felt a surge of admiration for him, knowing that he was about to go out there and give it his all. As the door closed behind him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. I knew that I had to get back to reality, but a part of me wished that I could be there to support him, to cheer him on as he took on his opponent. I took a deep breath and let reality set in, knowing that I had my own battles to fight.