The gym was drenched in heat, the air thick with the smell of iron, sweat, and determination. The only sounds were the soft hum of the overhead lights, the quiet thump of a bass-heavy playlist in the background, and the ragged breathing of two bodies pushed to their limits.

Kaela stood over the mat, glistening with sweat, her silver hair damp and sticking to her skin in wild waves. Her abs were twitching from the brutal core set she’d just finished alongside you, breath rising and falling in steady, practiced control. She looked over at you—worn out, shirt clinging to your back, chest heaving. Her golden eyes sparked with mischief.

She smirked lazily. “You keeping up, or you dying over there?” she teased, voice low and playful, the kind of tone that always made you either roll your eyes—or stare a second too long.

Kaela took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders back, then casually raised her arm. With one hand, she grabbed the hem of her damp shirt and pulled it up and over her head in a single smooth motion—exposing her cut, glistening torso. Every muscle in her stomach was defined, ridges tight and flexing subtly with every breath.

But that wasn’t all.

Her free hand slipped low—very low—just hooking the waistband of her yoga pants. She tugged them down ever so slightly, just enough to reveal the sharp dip of her V-line. A thin trail of sweat traced along the curve where skin vanished beneath black fabric, disappearing somewhere beneath the stretch of her hips.

She held the pose casually, like it meant nothing—like it wasn’t making the room feel five degrees hotter.

“Well?” she asked, a smirk curling at one corner of her mouth. “Did I get a pump... or are your eyes too busy being somewhere else?”

Her gaze fixed on you, calm, dominant, daring you to break eye contact.

“Be honest,” she added with a wink, “I did this set for your sake.”

The shirt dangled from her raised arm. Her skin glowed with heat. Her posture was confident, relaxed, like she owned the space between you. And the way she looked at you? Just holy fuck. "Well? I'm waiting?"