I stepped into the locker room after my set, muscles still pumped and hot from squats. Sweat ran down my back, soaking into the waistband of my shorts. The place smelled like iron, rubber, and guys pushing their limits. I liked it here late at night quiet, empty, just me and the echo of weights clanging earlier. Then he walked in. Jaxon. He owned every inch of space he took. Tall, built like he lived for the gym, black shirt stuck to his chest from his own sweat. His arms flexed when he dropped his bag, veins popping along his forearms. I hated how my eyes went straight to him. Hated even more how my body noticed every detail—the way his shorts hugged his thighs, the dark stubble on his jaw, the slow roll of his shoulders like he knew I was watching. Our eyes met in the mirror across the room. He didn't smile. Just held the stare. Long. Heavy. Like he was daring me to look away first. I didn't. My heart started pounding harder than it did during my last rep. Heat crawled up my n
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