~ SIENNA ~
Gavin’s home gym was better equipped than some commercial ones and he wasn’t joking when he said we were here to train.
To be honest, I’d expected a few stolen moments during the workout… accidental touches that didn’t feel accidental at all. Maybe his hands lingering at my waist as he corrected my posture. Or the heat of him standing a little too close behind me under the guise of ‘support’.
But aside from him tracing my tattoo before the session to confirm it was healed enough for strenuous exercise, the only contact we’d shared in the last hour were high-fives as I moved from one machine to the next, while he alternated between “Bad form” and “Great. Keep going!”
Annoyingly, he was actually a good trainer.
I was sweating buckets, but my joints didn’t feel like they we
