Motivational Forearm Quotes

Why would you believe in me at all?” He moved to lean forward on the railing, forearms folded with the blade dangling down over the river, his face in profile. Finally, he said, “I trust you.” “You shouldn’t.” “I know,” he muttered. She heard the strain in his voice. His eyes cut to her, and she saw that he knew she had heard it. His body shifted into a position of determined nonchalance. “Logically speaking,” he said lightly, “the idea that you hired someone to attack me doesn’t make much sense. I’m not sure what your motive would be.” “I could have wanted to put an end to the rumors.” “That would be a shame. I like the rumors.” “Don’t joke.

You need to be training each of the following body parts as equally as possible: Pectorals Latissimus Dorsi Deltoids Trapezius Rhomboids Rotator Cuff Biceps Triceps Forearms Abdominals and Obliques Erector Spinae Quadriceps Glutes Hamstrings Calves

I..." She frowns up at me. "Thank you. You're... amazing." "Don't say that. You haven't found out about my ulterior motives yet." I grin. "You see, I didn't bring you here to talk to you about Caleb, actually." "Oh?" I set my hands on her hips and push her gently back against the wall. She looks up at me, her eyes clear and eager. I lean in close enough to taste her breaths, but pull back when she leans in, teasing. She hooks her fingers in my belt loops and pulls me against her, so I have to catch myself on my forearms. She tries to kiss me but I tilt my head to dodge her, kissing just under her ear, then along her jaw to her throat. Her skin is soft and tastes like salt, like a night run. "Do me a favor," she whispers into my ear, "and never have pure motives again.