Getting into shape

Marcello stood in the hallway. Astrid groaned inwardly as she took in the 6′ tall Italian. Thick dark hair, the tanned complexion, the well muscled chest clearly outlined against his sleeveless T-shirt. Why, wondered Astrid, were the best looking guys always gay? Marcello smiled.

“Georgie tells me that you need a full lifestyle check” he said. The accent was London with a trace of Naples. The voice was soft and low and surprisingly masculine for a gay guy. Astrid cursed the gods for the unfairness as she showed him into the flat.

“We’ll start in the kitchen and take a look at your eating habits”. Marcello began to look in Astrid’s cupboards and began pulling out packets of biscuits, and other fattening foods. He wagged his finger at her.

“These will not help you to lose weight Astrid.” The devastating smile remained even though his tone was chiding. Astrid blushed.

Delving into the fruit bowl he found some bananas which he laid on the table. Nodding in approval he then turned his attention to the fridge giving a running commentary as he dissected Astrid’s larder.