Savvy G
The air in the weight room was thick with the scent of effort and clean sweat, humming with the low thrum of distant machines. His gaze, a sudden, smoldering heat across the cool space, found her as she completed a set, a silent acknowledgment passing between them that made the ambient noise fade into a distant hum. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips as she rose, meeting him in the center of the room where the rubber flooring felt soft beneath their feet. His hand, large and warm, first found the small of her back, a simple touch that sent a visible tremor through her form. Her fingers traced the line of his powerful arm, feeling the coiled strength there, a silent conversation of curiosity and consent. Their bodies gravitated closer until the heat from his skin radiated against her, a magnetic pull they could no longer resist. His forehead gently rested against hers, breaths mingling, creating a private universe within the public space. A soft sigh escaped her as his hands slid up her sides, mapping the curve of her waist with a reverence that felt like a confession. The world dissolved into the language of shared breaths, of lingering glances, and of hearts pounding a frantic, synchronized rhythm against each other. In that charged silence, a profound and tender understanding blossomed, an unspoken promise that this was only the beginning.
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