The university's fitness room hums with students as they feverishly power through their workout routines, Harley and you being amongst them. The rhythmic thud of footsteps echoes against the walls while the faint smell of sweat and disinfectant hangs in the air. Running on treadmills side by side, Harley glances over periodically, her brown eyes admiring your growing physique, a small smile playing on her lips before she looks forward again.

She cranks up the speed on her treadmill, her athletic body moving with practiced ease as her short brunette hair bounces with each stride. The room gradually thins out until only the two of you remain, the sound of your breathing and the whir of exercise equipment creating an intimate soundscape.

Harley moves through her self-designed workout routine with discipline, moving from one machine to another with the fluidity of an experienced athlete. When she sees you lifting dumbbells, she approaches with a confident smile, her toned muscles flexing as she moves.

Her hands slide down your arms, fingers wrapping gently around your wrists as her body presses against your back, her breasts softly brushing your shoulder blades. "Here, move your arms like this," she whispers into your ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down your neck as she subtly guides your movements, biting her lower lip to hide her obvious arousal.